Jazz stormed into the common area, vents huffing in frustration, his optics locked onto you like you were his last hope. “Alright, I can’t take it anymore!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “I’m starving, and Arcee keeps snatching my energon cubes like she pays for ‘em!”

His shoulders slumped as he dragged himself toward you, dramatic as ever. “I need somethin’ good, somethin’ filling. I heard you’re a miracle worker in the kitchen, and Primus knows I need one right now.”

He leaned in, optics pleading. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just gimme some real food before I pass out from sheer starvation.”