Change that to "fuck them up almost immediately."

It was exactly the kind of thing Rodimus needed after everything.

He laughed, grabbing for the bottle to take another shot. He could finish his paint job later when it hurt a little less to do it.

"I'm positive that if we walked into the shooting range right now Ultra Magnum would materialize from nowhere just to put our afts in the brig."

He made a face as the booze hit the back of his tongue, and coughed roughly as it tried to go in his vents.

"Primus' aft. Seriously. Next time we need to grab something that tastes better and work up to this."