Relationship advice with Team Charr

Cyclonus, holding a beeping mini-con Tailgate in carefully cupped hands: …
Spittor: Aw, ‘s that the lil guy who’s hooked on you?
Cyclonus: Mm.
Spittor: ‘S cute. I think he likes you.
Cyclonus: …
Spittor: Y’know, he’s small enough that you could just. Shove him in your mouth.
Cyclonus: Why would I do that.
Spittor: I dunno, why wouldn’t you?
Cyclonus: That isn’t the protocol to use on those that are not our enemies.
Spittor: I dunno, Oil Slick seemed to like it.
Oil Slick, in the distance, covered in some nameless disgusting goo: I HAVE MADE A BREAKTHROUGH! THIS DISEASE WILL DECIMATE OUR ENEMIES!
Spittor: *licks lips* Nice.
Cyclonus: *Lost to the void of regretting his life’s decisions*
Tailgate: *TFA mini-con chittering* *attempts to bite Cyclonus’ thumb to show his support*