RiD-verse. Megatron's base. Quiet experiments.

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Liedherz cocks her head and listens to the conversation of the two Decepticons, then wanders over casually and sets down the fuel can she just took out of where she'd hidden it. "Hey, Ro-Tor, vant a drink?"

No, she's not following at Megatron's heels like a puppy right now, or sitting on the arm of his chair and ignoring or arguing with him. She's done both for days and decided that it's time for a break. Mess with Megs' head a little.

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They exchange a glance. "We could try it," Movor says.

"Sure. You go first."

"Chicken." The shuttle-bot comes over to the can.

"The guy with a lower capacity," Ro-tor corrects, letting him at it.

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Liedherz moves back, then crouches down to 'watch' with interest.

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Movor's not sure about it, but he takes the fuel line from his arm and dips it in. And he doesn't take much - just a sip or two, to see if it explodes him or anything.

It doesn't. It does taste pretty good, though...

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"Vell? Did I get cheated?"

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"I dunno... but it doesn't taste that bad." He looks up at Ro-tor. "So? Are you gonna try some or not?"

The 'copter snorts and goes ahead.