" 'Ey there, Dynamo," Bootleg greets the Autobot as he waves.
"and to you.'
"We should probably all check ourselves into sick bay," Gladius suggests.
"Hi. Hello. Greetings." Replied the Autobot.
Bootleg raises an eyebrow at the odd greeting. "Aight, whatever," he dismisses it. "Listen, Fury an' I've got somethin' for ya."
"Oh, what is it?" He asked.
"It's, uh, it's a drink," Bootleg says, looking at Fury and jerking his head towards Dynamo, indicating that the Predacon should give the vial of Innermost Energon to the Autobot.
"Do you know what this is, Dynamo?" She asked, holding up the Vial.
Bootleg is silent.
"Nope." Dynamo replied.
"Well Dynamo, this is intermost Energon, my Intermost Energon. It's kinda a big deal."
"Uh-huh," Bootleg affirms. "We want ya to drink it."
"Okay!" Dynamo loudly replied, grabbing the Vial and downing its contents.
"Well slag, that was easier than I thought it would be," Bootleg happily notes.
"I think I can smell colors." Dynamo replied.
Bootleg raises an eyebrow. "Okay, I don' think that usually happens," he says quietly. He wonders if this strange effect had something to do with Mortilus' spell being lifted. Or maybe Innermost Energon was hallucinogenic; he didn't know.
"This is trippy. Why did I drink this again?"
"Uh... because Fury loves you and wanted to show her affection?" Bootleg lies. He was debating whether he should run to sick bay or wait and see what happened next.
Fury started backing away from the both of them.
"Yeah, I didn't expect this," Bootleg admits to Fury. "Is your pal... allergic or somethin'?"
He turns to Dynamo. "So... aside from tastin' colors, you feelin' anythin' else?"
Fury turned and ran the other way.
"Nope." said Dynamo.