Because you know how Whirl can't resist tentacles.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Locked FROM Skids.]

[Whirl is in his quarters, which you might at first think is an armory. Pretty damn close. Thankfully, Megatronus doesn't make him clean his room or keep pins in his grenades or other annoying things. ]

[Behold Whirl arming up. He likes options, okay? ]

So.  Hear we got us some undead problems.

['Scuse him while he racks a shotgun.]

You see Skids, you let me know.  Or the usual: slavering, tentacles, undead sounds like GRARGGFSF, that sorta thing. 

[Because Skids is a pal, and Whirl will gladly shoot him in the head.  For, uh, for the greater good?]

[Locked to Skids]

Hey, Mr. Conveniently Lost Memory.  Just a little trivia.  

I hear I have a positively scrumptious spark.

Ding ding ding, that's the dinnerbell.

Comments

[Video]

[tearsofsteel]

No, but I've dealt with worse things. Trained things.

Anyway, it's the law comittee's choice what we do with it.

[Video]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You only think you've seen worse because you don't have a spark.

[Just like Whirl wouldn't give a slag about zombies because: no brains.]

Oh, right. The Law Committee. How could I fraggin' forget. They've been so on top of things in the past. Prism. Overlord. Now this.

They can't even decide that assault is a fraggin' crime. [At least that's what he'd gotten out of his last convo with McCrane.]