Drobot wakes up the next morning. He had a pounding headache, his mouth tasted like vomit and his helmet was lying on the floor. He did notice Spitfire sleeping next to him, the Tech Dragon knew that it was a wild night. He decided to leave a note saying that he would be at the beach, grabbed his helmet and flew off to gaze at the ocean and examine his suit.
Drobot: I blinked, but I didn't destroy. Oh well. *flies to Spitfire*