Maccadam's Old Oil House Inside, Maccadam's Old Oil House is a chaotic shambles, most of the time. Its main attraction - beyond the fuel itself - is that the proprietors make no distinction between Autobots, Neutralists, and Decepticons. If you can pay, you can stay. Even the heart of the Autobot empire has it's dark side. Bustling from the bar, with pitchers in hand, Blaster thumps down in his seat across from Jazz and deposits the enerhol on the table. "Drink up, daddyio. I got my money on Blurr, fo sho!" the tape commander laughs, pausing to hit a button on his chest. But a plan, Blaster has.