"Sadism, masochism, whatever. Point is, weird fetishes seem to stick to 'cons like a bad case of rust." Depth Charge shifted in his seat, all but ready to start on Blackarachnia and Silverbolt (and if that wasn't a fetish, he didn't know what was) when HK-47 butted in with a concern of his own. And the Maximal kind of got his point up until he suddenly had Lugnut barking at him from across the table.

Slaggit! How the scrap did he do that?! Hoping that the other man hadn't noticed him jerk virtually all the way out of his chair, he tried to nod understandingly. Scaring the tar outta him aside, though, yeah. Getting on ol' Luggers' bad side probably wasn't what the guy was going for with this. "Hey, I got nothing to gain from ratting on you. Gimme a little credit here."