Rolling his eyes, Spin makes his way over to casually flick the tip of one of Brainstorm's wings. Then he wanders away to start clearing a decent path through the piles of stuff his friend had left haphazardly scattered about, nursing his energon all the while. He spends a good twenty minutes doing that before quietly disappearing once again.

It's a good week before the heli returns, even dustier this time.

"I," he declares, grabbing the nearest dusting brush and finding a corner with the least amount of sensitive electronics around. "Am going to steal this."

The door stays intact this time, somehow.