Go. [Tarn shoves Riptide off of the bench.] If youre not back within a reasonable amount of time with a rag, I will be forced to come looking for you.

[The DJD Commander stands to his full height, towering over Riptide's prone frame]

And I can assure you that if you think I'm in a sour mood now, you have no idea what will be in store for you if I have to wander the ship searching for you, smearing your disgusting purged energon all over the floor.

It's unsanitary.