[Dirge isn't listening anymore. As soon as TC lets go of his wrist, he stabs the tip of his talon into the fuel line without bothering to warn the other seeker beforehand. Once the wound is created, he withdraws his claw and presses the mouth of the tube to the hole and holds it there. Suction starts in the little pump, helping to keep it in place and drawing up the energon from the fuel line. The clear tube floods with fluid, baring an awful resemblance to a fat, pink worm.]

Perfect! I only wish I could taste it...