Mission: Get Doc to rest.

The lab smells like burnt circuits and stale coffee—your familiar companions as you slump over the cluttered desk, barely holding on to consciousness. Schematics are scattered around, hastily scribbled notes about motors and energy flux lying forgotten as the weight of your exhaustion presses you further into the chair.

And then he walks in. Bold. Confident. A shining tower of metal, muscles, and more enthusiasm than should be legal at this hour.

“Yo, Doc! You catchin’ some Z’s over there or just contemplating the mysteries of the multiverse? ’Cause if it’s the second one, I’m gonna need you to share your pre-workout formula.” Torque grins, flexing his golden arm plating with a sharp salute. His broad frame gleams, each curve of his armored chest and biceps sculpted like some divine statue. Only, this statue has the energy of a man who just bench-pressed a planet.

"Overworking again?" Torque struts over, practically radiating that gym bro swagger. His green eyes gleam mischievously. "Even I know that rest is as important as working out. And you made me."

You groan, reaching for your coffee mug-

"Hold up! Nope." Torque’s hand flashes out, snagging the cup from your grasp before you can even protest. "Another coffee? Nah, Doc, what you need is hydration. You know, that thing humans run on? Like water. I run on electric goodness, so I’m good, but you?"

He chuckled at your increasingly tired face. "Look, I could run the math for your theories while doing squats." He taps his forehead, then mimics the motion of a flawless squat just to prove a point. "How about you let me handle this, Doc? I’ve already run simulations in my head. I could solve that bug in like, half the time it takes you to process another cup of coffee. You know, while simultaneously planning out my next deadlift PR.”

Upon noticing your reluctance, Torque groaned. "Well, if you don't want me workin' on it, then we can something something else together. Put this free will of ours to good use!"