#038 - The Call: Epilogue part 2

STILL in the Basement . . .


Hot Rod: Hey, guys! We found the dice.

Mirage: You would not BELIEVE how tough it was, dudes.


Brain Center: Oh, thank Primus!


Sideswipe: Oh, cool. I guess.

Sun Streaker: Actually, we like the way we're playing now.


Brain Center: I hate you all.


Hot Rod: You ungrateful piles of scrap! If you knew what we had to do to get these things . . . .


Hot Rod: That is why I would like to introduce you to your new Dungeon Master: Ratchet.


Ratchet: And may I introduce . . . "Mr. Paper."

#037 - The Call: Epilogue part 1

Back in the Basement . . .


Brain Center: Wow, you've been doing great on this adventure. I'm really happy for you guys. (ahem) Now, as you descend the crumbling stairs the smell of decay overwhelms your olfactory sensors. A terrible lich is in the final stages of summoning--


Sunstreaker: I cast Incinerate Undead.

Brain Center: It has a fifty percent chance of failure.

Sunstreaker: Let's just resolve it.


Brain Center: Okay, one . . . two . . .


Brain Center: Three!
Sunstreaker: Three! Ha!! Rock smashes scissors. Eat it lich!!!


Brain Center: I was up all night designing this encounter. You guys are just trampling over it. How can you beat me EVERY time?


Sideswipe: You keep throwing scissors. It's like your claws are incapable of forming anything else.


Sixty Seconds Later . . .

Hound: Did we get a new table?

#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!!!