Nineteen packs of gum had failed to improve

Nineteen packs of gum had failed to improve his breath. He was sparkling like a motherfucker, but his entrails were still rotting inside him and until they dried out, vampirism

was the only thing keeping his body functioning. He tried to think of a reason to live, but the only thing that came to mind was the hope of eating another car. They tasted divine.

Optimus Prime had totally turned cannibal. It was an accident. He'd screamed "No" when Bumble Bee exploded and Bumble Bee's bumper went into his mouth. Ever since then the tast of

hot motor oil running down his cab's interior really got his motor going. Optimus usually got his fill devouring smaller Decepticons but when they weren't around he found himself

eating record players and brokendown lawnmowers for kicks. The other Autobots warned him that this was a gateway to harder things, but Optimus Prime just wouldn't listen.

Seeing how desperate he had become, we tried to take him to an intervention, but he turned into a car and drove off.

Fortunately, he was one of the Autobots which had a GPS anti-theft system. He was immediately switched off and apprehended by State Trooper Gobots. His oil guzzling days were done.

"Johnny, come eat dinner!!!!" "But mom, I'm still playing robots!" Amanda hated her son Johnny. She hated his mind. She hated that at 6 years old he was smarter that she was. So

she poisoned his dinner. Johnny grew suspicious at her smile & called his taster robot. Upon her demise his army of robots began their conquest. She'd been right about him you see.