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.

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Liked. Listen, stupid. He ain't Skids anymore.

[Whirl is suspicious beyond suspicious. Suddenly this Decepticon is acting like they should work together. Someone here is fraggin' off their gimbals and it ain't Whirl.]

I'll cure him good. Trust me.

And trust me, last thing I need is a Decepticon's help killing anything.

[Click. He's so done with you.]