"Oh, yeah, clearly real great if you're gagging for a solid klik after drinking," he quipped in response. But it didn't stop Rodimus from taking the bottle. If anything, he grabbed it faster with an underlying laugh to his voice.

"Sit down 'fore you fall down, idiot." He kicked out the spare chair for Shotlock, gesturing with one spoiler. "It's almost like you can't hold your liquor." At least he can tease Shotlock. He needed the bit of levity.

He tipped the bottle and took a drink, only to pull an immediate face and cough after swallowing. "Frag that tastes like the underside of Whirl's boot." Bad. It tasted bad. That was going to fuck them up very quickly.