"Well I'm afraid you'll have little luck there," he says in an oily voice. "You'll find that I am the sole person in charge of approving or denying admission, and there's no one else above me that you can complain to, short of going to the Ringmaster herself. And she is a very busy woman. I don't recommend bothering her with such a trivial matter."

Starscream holds up a foot and kind of. Turns his head sideways, casually examining his talons like he might've done to his real claws. "Why don't we meet in the middle, then? Leave the gel and the chalice with me, as collateral. You get to go enjoy the fair, while I verify that your goop is something that the Ringmaster would actually desire to own. Then you can pick up your fancy cup on the way out."