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Maccadam's Mini-Con waiter is a Mini-Con from the Classics portion of the Generation 1 continuity family.

Despite that "Maccadam's Mini-Con waiter" is a Mini-Con and thereby charged with the task of eliminating such dangers as the Demons and Mutants posed, he is not much of a fighter (or so he says). Rather, he has chosen to make himself useful by working as waiter at Maccadam's Old Oil House, ensuring comfort to the Mini-Cons that come to drink the day's experiences off. In that sense, this cherry-red armored fellow strikes as an average joe-bot, and that's just what suits him. A supporter of Broadside's cause for Mini-Con rule, he'll do whatever needs to be done to ensure the Bulks will never again set foot on Cybertron.

Fiction

Classics

The end of one fruitful day of slaying Mutants had Broadside meet up with Sledge and Wideload, two of his allies, at Maccadam's, where they occupied a table in the public area until the waiter arranged a meeting room for them in the back area. Once he had secured one, the waiter brought Broadside and co. there and remained for a bit to hear about the upcoming developments. He left discreetly after hearing the basics, only to walk right into the Dinobot Knockdown, who had assumed the angry shouts coming from there were a sign of escalating conflict that needed to be put to a stop, at the door. The Dinobot's presence startled the waiter, who had taken leave during a sensitive piece of conversation, causing him to drop his tray with cups. Moreso, by reflex he pulled out a blade, which he hid as quickly from Knockdown's view, previously aimed at the tray on the floor, when he realized the unnecessity for violence. Rather than stabbing him, the waiter tried to distract him by complimenting on the Dinobots' help on keeping the peace at Maccadam's, coyly asking if he could give him a few battle tips. It didn't faze Knockdown, who insisted on the sounds of conflict he had heard. The waiter waved it off as harmless, drink-induced bragging, a matter that would solve itself soon anyway when the perpetrators would be cut off. He then repeated his request for battle pointers, offering Siebenaler Vintage in return. The New World