[ Silver knows Full Well what that's like. He nods slowly, like Minimus is imparting some grave information upon him. ]

Aye, they're nasty buggers. Hmm... [ His right eye whirs and a thin red beam shoots out of the cyberoptic, tracing the dent in his arm. ] Now I ain't gonna do it for free, but I'm sure I can work some magic on ye there. Ol' Silver's done his fair share of repairs.