"I'm mean to the core. I got meanness oozing
out of every pore."
Driven by anger and galvanized by confidence in his
craft, Spittor will do whatever necessary to achieve his deadly
assignments. Highly skilled under sea and on land, he is the soundless
warrior who Megatron reserves for the jobs that require seamless
execution - a true professional. Covered in poison from head to
tail, it was rumored that rubbing his back would bring luck but
only resulted in several Predacons slipping into severe and extended
dementia. Dangerously patient; has an electro-venom tongue which
actually detaches to be wielded as a weapon in robot mode. Can leap
one-quarter mile in a single bound. Has camouflaged spinal claw
that eliminates frontal attacks. Unrefined and consumed by repressed
anger; dislikes all things but is extremely devoted to Megatron.