"If this is what you call 'a little sludge', I hesitate to think what you'd consider 'a lot of sludge," Gregor says as turns the hose on and arcs it high to follow the cleanser, but his voice is mild, almost amused. He keeps it up, rinsing Megatron's plating once it's been cleaned.

"You're Megatron, if I remember correctly, yes? Of Tarn. I heard some of the Cybertronians were experiencing a rations shortage--is that still in effect?"