Cybertronians consume energon, which is more of a fuel than a meal, and is still rare and valuable in the aftermath of a millenia-long war. It's still odd to Sawtooth that it can be synthesized so easily on Legion World, or that it's obtainable in the same area where food is made, but if it works for the Legion's staffers, then it works for him. That said, he doesn't spend much time in the mess hall - what's the point?
He's also never seen any kid or teen comedies, so when the donut is thrown and what looks like all-out war breaks out, he-
...well, he panics momentarily and hides under a table. What is going on? Did something else happen? Has everyone lost their minds? He has no idea, and as long as that's the case, he definitely doesn't want to get involved.
2: Mission Accepted
After he's had an explanation as to what's happening and been informed that it's not actually dangerous and should, in fact, be fun, he sees no reason not to join in. He darts in between people and tables, tossing spaghetti into hair and hurling drinks like grenades, grinning toothily all the while. A particularly unlucky person might find a trident, moving all on its own thanks to once again functional flight rings, catapulting an entire pie at their face.
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Cybertronians consume energon, which is more of a fuel than a meal, and is still rare and valuable in the aftermath of a millenia-long war. It's still odd to Sawtooth that it can be synthesized so easily on Legion World, or that it's obtainable in the same area where food is made, but if it works for the Legion's staffers, then it works for him. That said, he doesn't spend much time in the mess hall - what's the point?
He's also never seen any kid or teen comedies, so when the donut is thrown and what looks like all-out war breaks out, he-
...well, he panics momentarily and hides under a table. What is going on? Did something else happen? Has everyone lost their minds? He has no idea, and as long as that's the case, he definitely doesn't want to get involved.
2: Mission Accepted
After he's had an explanation as to what's happening and been informed that it's not actually dangerous and should, in fact, be fun, he sees no reason not to join in. He darts in between people and tables, tossing spaghetti into hair and hurling drinks like grenades, grinning toothily all the while. A particularly unlucky person might find a trident, moving all on its own thanks to once again functional flight rings, catapulting an entire pie at their face.