#036 - The Call, part 10

Safeguard: ZORDS! They're not Transformers. They're just machines. They need human pilots. You can't talk!


Tyrannosaurus Dinozord: You ungrateful little glitch! If my forearms were any longer, I'd tear you a new disposal port.


Grimlock: Stop it! In case you femme-bots not noticed, bad guys run away. We need to stop them! Dino buddies, you take big green guy.


Grimlock: Vector Prime, you with me.

Safeguard: What's wrong with femme-bots?


Hot Rod: Where do you want me?

Grimlock: Umm . . .


Mirage: I could use a hand gathering up those dice.

Grimlock: That great idea. You two get on that!

Hot Rod: Great.


Meanwhile . . .

Devastator: Great Cthulhu! I shall guard your escape.

Cthulhu: Fbrip nadinnf h'mlcha.


Megazord: Just give up now, claws-for-hands.

Devastator: At least my components have robot modes, critter-bot!


Cthulhu: Shlurk nedarah hren!


Grimlock: Stop, worm-face!

Cthulhu: Srancth!!


Vector Prime: I've seen the error of my ways, and you're it. Just give up while you can.


Cthulhu: Bah-b-eye.


Grimlock: Dice!?!

Vector Prime: I guess Mazes and Monsters was right. Role playing games ARE evil.

#035 - The Call, part 9

Devastator: I will incapacitate these prisoners, great Cthulhu, so that they may--even temporarily--slake your thirst for death.


Safeguard: Wait! The big Decepticon should be wanting to get eaten first. I doesn't make sense that he's helping Cthulhu.


Vector Prime: Devastator is a projection of Cthulhu's will. He will do whatever Cthulhu wants him to do. Maybe you should just calm down before you start telling everyone how they aught to act.


Hot Rod: I hate when people do that!


Cthulhu: Chargmb legermn AGRINND!!

Devastator: As you command, dread lord.


Devastator: Arrggh!!


Grimlock: Me, Grimlock, save your skid plates!


Mirage: Dude! Where've you been, Grims?


Grimlock: Me, Grimlock, thought we doing archeology. Me needed hat . . . and dino buddies.


Vector Prime: Grimlock, did you bring the Dinobots?


Grimlock: Um . . . not exactly.

Tyrannosaurus Dinozord: If we're the Dinozords, why am I the only dinosaur on the team?


Tyrannosaurus Dinozord: What? It's true!

#034 - The Call, part 8

Vector Prime: Great Cthulhu, I have summoned thee. I, Vector Prime, one of the first thirteen Transformers, now hold dominion over y--

Cthulhu: Y'arth chagntr rag'hn!


Vector Prime: Oh, I . . .

Hot Rod: Did you REALLY think summoning a god was a good idea?

Vector Prime: Shut up, you emo spaz! You didn't even believe I could do it. Constructicons, surround the creature!


Long Haul: You heard the old guy, 'Cons. Let's show this fleshling who's in char--

Cthulhu: Fvtharth mgorntm t'chomng!!


Thunder Crashes


Devastator: Great Cthulhu! My will is your own. My only reward: that I may be the last sacrificed to your insatiable hunger!


Cthulhu: Drgegdin pl'drinph fniglah. Krendrimp crentklim ddenvsrm!!!


Hot Rod: All that I was saying was--


Vector Prime: If you don't clamp down on your vocal processor RIGHT NOW--I swear to Primus (and I've met Primus) if we survive, I will break my foot off in your aft!!


Mirage: At least we found the dice, dudes.

Vector Prime & Hot Rod: Shut up, Mirage!!!

Why Not Legalize?

I choose not to partake, but I don't think the government should be telling me I cannot. (I have similar beliefs regarding most goods and services.)

Then again, there are many other things higher on my list of reform priorities.

Enjoy responsibly!

#033 - The Call, part 7

Summoning Stones: in place.


Acolytes: on hand.


Sacrifice: subdued.


Vector Prime: We are ready.


Vector Prime: Soon, I shall wield the power of an elder god. I will then be able to prevent the dark future I have seen. I shall save our race!


Safeguard: Friend, your study of this misguided cult has over-ridden your logic protocols. Release us and we will see you get the help you need.


Hot Rod: You heard him, old 'bot. Let us go. Save yourself the embarrassment. There are no "elder gods".


Vector Prime: My sanity is not in question, child! The fate of the universe is.


Vector Prime: Now, Great Cthulhu, come forward and grant me your power. I command it!

Thunder Crashes!!


Cthulhu: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.




Author's Note: I'll try to be funny soon. Then again, why should I start now.

--p_p

Still Cute After All These Years

Happy: Mercutio snuggling up to me still brings a smile to my face. He is such a good kitty. We were a little concerned about how our "first born" was going to deal with the introduction of his "little sister". He has proven to be remarkably patient with Phoeb-a-deeb. He's even become more affectionate toward Mthr. M-G and me. This scene, played out at my hip, is not uncommon.

Sad: I'm REALLY craving sour candy and we are out. Just typing that last sentence made my mouth water with the thought of a handful of Tart 'N' Tinys. Do they even make those anymore?

#032 - The Call, part 6

An undisclosed location . . .

Safeguard: Vector Prime, you're safe! Thank Primus!!

Hot Rod: Let's make the reunion quick. The cultists will be onto us in no time, and I don't think this ancient bot can run too fast.


Safeguard: Show some respect, Hot Rod! Vector Prime is one of the first and most powerful of all Transformers. *pause* How were they able to contain you? Your sword allows you passage through space-time


Vector Prime: It was not a matter of being contained, old friend; but a matter of being enlightened. You and your companions will not go unmourned . . . . Trust me.


Hot Rod: Hold on! We were led into a trap set by a PRIME! I thought we were rescuing you from an ancient evil. Well, I've got news for you, old 'bot. I was a prime once too. I'm going to have to take you out.


Hot Rod: There are cultists behind me aren't there?


Vector Prime: Put them with their idiot friend. I want the ceremony ready by the time I get back from dinner.

Long Haul: It's 3:00 pm!

Vector Prime: The senior special ends at 4:00.