SUCH IS WHIRL'S POWAH. He can cut off argument by the sheer power of his crazazy.

It's a gift.

Don't tell him what he damn well doesn't know, though.

"You won't drink something your BFF Whirl gives you?" You wound him. Deeply. He'll splay a hand on his chassis--over the guns. Poor Whirl.( ; <--him crying )

He snickers. "We call it The Violator."