Bob blinked sideways. "Really? You didn't....... that was your God! What do I need to convince you people?" He sighs, before pointing at Ironhide. He was a sentient being, with hopes and dreams, happiness and sadness. Regardless of his robotic form, he fell under bob's domain. In fact, so did everything that could truly be considered intelligent life, anything that could think and feel. As such, he simply filled Ironhide with emotion. Not fear, not hate, not love. None of the big ones. Instead, he absolutely and completely filled him with the lazy feeling you get just after getting out of bed. You don't want to go back to sleep, but you aren't quite later. The unnamed feeling that would absolutely fill Ironhide's mind.