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Rolling to the Rescue.

It’s amazing how fast one can prepare for an emergency trip to Cybertron when the lives of your friends are hanging in the balance. He’s managed to clear out all  but the necessity from his hold and fill his fuel tanks to max capacity in record time. 

Now he’s in his in alt mode, waiting outside the ark for the rest of the team and ready to go. Please, please don’t let them be too late. 

::Ready to go, Sir send the team out.:: 


[…] he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”. The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day.


There were some buildings… There were these really tall buildings, and they could walk. Then there were some vampires. And one of the vampires bit the tallest building, and his fangs broke off. Then all his other teeth fell out. Then he started crying. And then, all the other vampires said, “Why are you crying? Weren’t those just your baby teeth?” And he said, “No. Those were my grown-up teeth.” And the vampires knew he couldn’t be a vampire anymore, so they left him. The end.