Shrapnel began to object to the statement that he was 'a floating heap of metal'; however, he quickly stopped, not wanting to incur the rage of Skorn. His head spun itself around in a tight circle, extremely quickly, as it tended to do while he was under stress. [i]"Yes, we get it, brownnoser, you love Atrocitus. Now can we please get back to the matter at hand?" Shrapnel asked, a commanding tone underlying his voice. 

[i]"As we speak, our universe as we know it is possibly falling apart, and yet, we still stand here, bickering over petty things."[/i] He said. A thick layer of light began to envelop Shrapnel, as a shield, in case Skorn took too much offense to the brownnoser comment. His head slowed to a stop, focusing in on the Red Lantern.