Have you ever tasted something so gross that it made you purge?
Oh Bumblebee, I’ve tasted many a vile thing in my time. I’ve even taken concoctions specifically meant to make you purge. Part of medical training. We used to use it to on mechs who, by whatever circumstance, drank chemicals or poisons to get the majority of it out of their systems immediately and prevent as much damage as possible. Very nasty and unpleasant. We stopped using it long long ago and have other methods now.
But drank something so gross that it made me purge? Well, that honor goes to Smokescreen. You see, most know that Smokescreen likes to mix his own ‘special’ blends but what most don’t know is that when he makes these blends and doesn’t like them, he’ll just leave them somewhere. And when you’re alone on the ship and don’t realize Smokescreen has been through recently, pouring heaven only knows what together in a cube with some energon, leaving it set out in the open, in the commons room, half full, looking so very innocent, you don’t even stop to wonder if this was a cube of energon you’d set down and forgotten about….no! I thought for sure it was mine. So I picked it up and took a nice big drink.
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I still don’t know what all he out in that cube of energon but it was the most horrible thing I’ve ever tasted. Worse yet, it was partially congealed. So it was soft and runny and chunky all at the same time, all sliding down my throat and in my mouth and the taste was indescribable. I can honestly say it tasted the same going down as it did coming back up. And I had that taste in my mouth for three days. Nothing could get rid of it and if I thought too much about I’d start gagging. It was truly awful. And given I didn’t see Smokescreen for several days after that, I imagine he was going through a similar experience.
And that’s why I lock my cabinets and immediately toss out any cubes of energon I don’t remember setting down. Because Smokescreen STILL manages to make his own blends and STILL leaves them all over the ship.
