Sideswipe stared at you in absolute horror, his optics locked onto the leafy green in your hand like it had personally offended him.

“BRO—what kind of person eats KALE as a SNACK?!” he demanded, arms flailing dramatically.

You simply took another bite, unfazed. “It is a snack.”

“It’s WEIRD—”

“I’m weird, and I embrace it.”

A sudden burst of laughter rang through the base, and both of you turned to see Jazz practically doubled over, clutching his sides as he wheezed. “Oh, man—this is gold,” he choked out between laughs. “Sideswipe, you look traumatized over some leafy greens.”

Sideswipe gestured wildly at you again. “BECAUSE WHO DOES THIS?! I swear you’re built different.”

You smirked and popped another piece of kale into your mouth. “And proud.”

Jazz only laughed harder.