Terradive: Master, the one they call G2 Prime shall be of no significance to us any longer. I present to you his battle blade.
Nut Convoy: Battle blade eh? I'm certainly no detective. Wheres that Garboil guy when you need him?


Nut Convoy:You! Can you identify this blade for the glory of Megatron?
Warpath: _____ Why yes that is most certainly the weapon of the one who now calls himself Optimus Prime.


Nut Convoy: Excellent! Here you go Sledge. It is to you I bequeath this artifact for safe carriage. Keep it safe and such.
Sledge: This thing better not be cursed.


Nut Convoy: Autocons! Ready your cheetors and hang gliders. For tonight we dine in White Castle!
Whirl: Thats the place that does the sliders right?
Windcharger: I hate that show
Whirl: Yeh I lost interest after the Cro-Mags


G2 Prime: We have the high ground Kup. We cannot lose.
Kup: This reminds me of the time we made camp on Tagan Heights. Forgot that Cons could fly. Many casualties that day.
Snarl: Hey I remember reading about that on the dataspy
Kup: All it takes is just one shove minicon...
G2 Prime: Are you ready Kup?
Kup: Yer, I'll cover you from above.


G2 Prime: While they stand, I shall fall
Kup: That was dreadful



Nut Convoy: ... and then I said to Mari "Thats what she said"
*SWOOP*
G2 Prime: Strike from above!!!
Whirl: Uff!


G2 Prime: So you're the one the great Nut Convoy... I thought you'd be taller.
Nut Convoy: Wait how much taller did you want me to be? You're a runt!
Windcharger: And you're also not Optimus Prime!!! Whats with those flames?!? Die impostor!


G2 Prime: Such, minibot...
Windcharger: Wha...?


G2 Prime: NONSENSE!!!
Windcharger: Uaghh!
Nut Convoy: And it all ends with a...


Nut Convoy: POKE
G2 Prime: Missed! Now out of the way, I'll be taking my...


G2 Prime: Sword!..... Judo kick!
Sledge: *Wilhelm Scream*


G2 Prime: So who wants some now?


Terradive: Grrrr, please allow me to dispense of this garish protoform master.
G2 Prime: Me? Garish? Have you seen your FACE?


Nut Convoy: Hmm very well Terradive. I will grant you this opportunity for the glory of Megatron.
G2 Prime: And don't get me started on your torso. You're a freakin jet. Jetformers should all have naturally KICKASS looking torsos. Yours is folded over more times than a spanish pikelet.
Terradive: Go now master. Guide our people to White Castle!


Nut Convoy: Come along everyone. I think its this way
Terradive: So, 'Prime'.... Last time I had to pleasure of presenting your 'Disco Stick' to the great Nut Convoy. This time I will have the pleasure of giving him some head.
G2 Prime: *chortle* Freudian slip much?
Terradive: What? I just threatened to give him pieces of your head you... you....
Windcharger: This quest is giving me the battlestuffs