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[sparkwhisperer]

[That captures Tarn's full intention.]

A medicine?

[Are they drugging him to make him more complacent? What a despicable and cowardly solution to a problem.]

[daintylegs]

Well... maybe medicine isn't the right word for it. I think it was called... Tool's Energon.

No, wait.

Fool's Energon.

I had a friend who snuck into the medbay once to try Megatron's stash of energon. I bet it tasted like feet.

[Tailgate has nothing to base this assumption on. He just thinks that if it tastes bad then it should taste like the dirtiest part of the body.]

[sparkwhisperer]

Fools energon? [Tarn's heard of it. Of course those cowards would want him weak by forcing him to drink that swill.]]

Yes, I have never had it, but from what I hear it is quite terrible. I don't suppose if you know of he's still drinking it?

[daintylegs]

I don't think so? I don't really keep track of what he refuels with.

And also he probably didn't get any when we arrived on the ship.

...Wait, I shouldn't be telling you this, should I?

[Oh. Tailgate, you idiot.]

[sparkwhisperer]

I wouldn't worry so much about it, Tailgate. As you've said, it's not like he's taking it anymore, anyway.

[But thanks for the useful information, champ.]