Greetings from Optimus Prime. I have taken over this blog, for the time being. What are you going to do? Kill me? Rumours have it that I already am dead, Death is just to scared to come around and let me know about it.
But such trivial stories have not brought me here, in fact I hate stories.
I am here to let you know that you...yes YOU better check out my new movie coming out during 2007. That's in two months you imbecile, 60 days.
Some have asked me: "Hey Mr. Prime, what's with the truck? Can't you be anything meaner, like hmmm... gee I don't know... a supermassiveultrahyperfast machine OF PURE DEATH?"
You stupid kids. Stupid.
I AM already a supermassiveultrahyperfast piece of machinery made in the powerplant of DEATH. The truck thingy is just for caring shit around, I trust but no one to take care of my stuff.
Enough of this ranting, I have a universe to save, and Decepticons to brutally slaughter.
So good bye for now, and when you go to sleep tonight turn not to God.
Turn to Optimus, or I will fly to those clouds from which acid rain drop and kick the beegeezez out of this creature whom you refer to as "God".
He has been hogging up all the good prayers for about 2000 years. You think he actually cares? He isn't payed nearly enough to listen to you, I on the other hand can hear, see and know all.
And kill all too. Remember that.
Over and out. May life sell you short.
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