We don't use the 'J' word here.

"…How do I know this isn’t a trap..?" He finally asked, but there’s no place the Chrysler can really go at this point. Even if he wanted to run he wouldn’t make it very far.

"A trap?" Cade stops and reaches up to scratch at the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess I can understand your reasoning to not trust me, but don't worry. I'm a friend of the Autobots."

                 But I’m only Human              Aɴᴅ I ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ғᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ              ᴵ’ᵐ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ             Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｃｒａｓｈ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｂｒｅａｋ ｄｏｗｎ

"And you would know how, exactly?  I’m not interested in what..some kind of farm hand or whatever you are has to say, frankly.  Besides, the Decepticons always saw through on their word that they gave me."

"Yeah, and then when they don't need you anymore they'll toss you away like you're nothing. They don't give a crap about us. But hey, what do I know. I'm just a lowly inventor."

"Well if you’re so curious, yes, I am proud to have the Decepticons as my clientele.  My father worked under them and I was merely expected to follow along in the family business.  I not only continued his work but practically reinvented it for the benefit of the Decepticons.  Am I supposed to feel bad because some asshole in a junkyard thinks he knows what’s right and wrong?"

"Decepticons are the worst business partners, man. They aren't called 'Decepticons' for nothing."

"Enslavement is such a harsh term.  How about ‘temporary unpaid employment’?"

"Hm. Nah, I'm gonna go with enslavement. I bet you're proud of that, aren't you? Well, you actually failed so I guess it isn't really something to be proud of."