"I. Am going to kick." There's a pause because Spin's struggling to cool down. "Your scrawny little aft!"

Easier said than done right now. It felt like his armor was too tight. It felt like everything was on fire. It felt like someone'd injected liquid golden pleasure into his fuel lines and it was making holding onto his anger harder and harder.

His armor was steaming hot, evaporating the last traces of cleanser from the shower. It's pure luck that he spots a flash of teal under one of the tables out of the corner of an optic- and then sheer willpower that drags him to his knees and onto his feet.

"C'mere!" he snarls, staggering towards to the table, reaching out to flip it right the hell over.