spoilers for mtmte6 under cut and possibly comments

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You know.  The biggest problem I have with all this?

Now I gotta reorder my Least Favorite Autobot list.

[Swerve, you're now Number One. With a bullet.]

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[sparkeater]

[So does 'waste' and 'whine'.

The creature chirps and coughs- a laugh? It brings the model to its mouth and gently nibbles it.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl is really glad he can't read that. Otherwise he'd show you that this big damn gun on his chassis isn't just to show how fraggin' mechly he is.]

[Ewwwww. You're getting your....goo on it.]

Don't fraggin' eat that, Sparkles. Unless you wanna watch me rip it out of your insides.

[Which, honestly? Whirl'd be totes okay with.]

[sparkeater]

[The horrible helicopter ride was enough, thank you.

The sparkeater arches a brow. Eat it? Don't be silly, its his new toy. It reminds him of The Meal That Got Away.

It croons to the ship, shifting to reveal the ten others its made a nest out of.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Yeah, how fraggin' weird of Whirl to assume that the freaky thing who ate sparks would, you know, EAT THINGS.]

...the frag is wrong with you?

You can't even talk. [You suck.]

[sparkeater]

[Ingesting plastic isn't something even the sparkeater is willing to try.

Now now, no need to get pouty. A tentacle selects another model and flies it slowly past Whirl. The noises the creature is making...might be...zooming sounds.]

i think my face just melted

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Listen, Sparkguts. You make mechs barf their own brain modules. Now's really not the time to pretend you have some kind of refined palate or something. Whirl is not buyin' it.]

Listen, ugly. If you even can. Rung's dead.

Fraggin' sucks.

[Bring that thing near his face and he will 'zooom' it right down your throat.]

From sparkeater shenanigans

[sparkeater]

[The sparkeater would like to point out he did not eat the brain modules in question.

It is well aware of Rung's death. It's very hard not to notice a spark that bright being extinguished. It's kind of like someone throwing your favorite food down the garbage disposal in front of you.

Yet another tentacle rises and points to the couch in the corner.]

Yeah, well Whirl's not known for rational emotional responses

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh sure, technically. But you chowed down around all the vomit and stuff, though.]

[Seriously. Apparently you lack the ability to smell.]

What? Yeah. So? Rung's patient couch. What?

[Make it fast before he 'zooms' his fist into your face.]

[sparkeater]

[Listen, after being locked in an engine room for who knows how long with only turbo foxes to eat? You'd be lapping up whatever you can find too, buddy.

And I don't see any olfactory sensors on you either.

The sparkeater gets up and nudges Whirl over to it- perfectly willing to trip him if he won't sit down.]