Megatron looks down at him with a stare dry enough to evaporate all the water off an ocean planet. He stands there, holding the tank of industrial strength cleaner in hand, dripping whale juices with a soft plop-plop of unpleasant smelling drops getting a little too close to Gregor as he approaches.

"Grab that hose," he says, finally, pointing to one of the transporter's cleaning hoses, as he leans to replenish its supply of potent smelling cleaning liquid.