Now many cybertronians, even those who are pretty okay with organics, might get a little freaked out or disgusted over suddenly discovering themselves holding a giant tube of finely ground flesh paste. Misfire, however, is not most mechs. His optics widen a bit an he stares at the pink meat cylinder for a good long moment.

"This..." he sounds... afraid? awed? "Is awesome! I'm so gonna poke someone with this..." he squints at it, lips turning down into a frown, "Wait... this is what I owe you? According to my scans this probably shouldn't go inside anyone big or small. It's just... Mate you'd probably get a more nutritious lunch out of... anything really."