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“I'm going to do something really stupid," Swerve warned, "but it's going to be really fun. And hopefully tasty."
"That's great," Rewind said. "But the taste bit doesn't matter so much to Tailgate and I. So you're also going to be your own taste tester."
"And we'll just… stand over here." Tailgate inched backwards away from Swerve.
"I'm just frying energon," Swerve said. "What could go wrong?"
~*~*~
"What was it this time," Ratchet asked, deadpan.
"He fried energon," Tailgate said with a shrug.
"Swerve did what now?"
First Aid poked his head around the privacy curtain in the medbay. "He'll be fine," he reassured them. "Minimal treatment for the physical stuff. The idiocy, though? Eh, not much I can do about that."
"Swerve's not dumb," Rewind said defensively. "He just had… a lapse in judgement."
"Well, let this be a lesson to all," Ratchet warned. "Energon cannot be safely fried, and don't attempt to do so unless you also want to fry your face off."
"I'll be safer next time!" Swerve shouted from behind the privacy curtain.
"There won't be a next time!" Ratchet yelled back.
"It was a nice effort!" Tailgate shouted to Swerve. "It's the thought that counts?"
Ratchet sighed. "Promise me you won't tell Rodimus about this. He may be more fireproof than others, but Primus help me, if he or anyone else ends up here because they tried to fry energon, my Hanukkah gift to them will be a wrench upside the head."