"You're done? Good. Drink this next."

Ratchet presses the mixture into Megatron's hand, his mouth twisting.

"It's going to be disgusting, not to mention uncomfortable, but it'll burn some of the buildup out of your lines. It's the best I can do right now, anyway." He steps back, sweeping over Megatron with a dispassionate, critical optic before he looks up at him again.

"And I want you back in a few days for a follow-up, to make sure. Anything else you can think of, while you're here?"