"Thank Primus you finally got your aft in gear and got here." Whirl says and then proceeds to swoop around Rung's side to better speak with him, still half hunched to better see eye to ...er...optic. At least he'd let go with his claws, instead slinging a rotor over Rung's shoulder, even though he's still holding most of the weight of it.

Wouldn't want to crush the little nerd.

"Between the double Screams, Tailgate's conning it up, and mini-bee I think you're gonna be busy."