Surge was just at the outskirts, of Starline's secret hideout, eagerly devouring some piles of scrap metal, her Master, got her, like a hungry dog, only, the size of a skyscraper. "MUNCH!! CHOMP!! Me like!! Scrap taste good good!! Me like scrap!! GRR!!" Surge growled, in an animalistic manner, her clothes, torn, exposing parts of her body, as she eagerly devoured the scrap, presented, like a good beast.