Breeding fodder—that’s all he was to you… initially Anytime you needed more male dna to produce your army, you’d drain Starscream dry. You kept him around only so he could serve this purpose. Although not ideal, you did not treat him unkindly. He was cleaned thoroughly, given as much fuel as he desired—he could fly if he wanted (just never too far away). Even when you took and took, he would run his mouth until you made him pass out, just as you did every previous day, until it took and you were sparked. You needed another brood—your army needed to grow, and of course you placed that responsibility on him. He would be the sire for your army. Over time, you had grown attached to him—he was a brat, a diva, but he wasn’t a bad mech by any means. He grew on you.