Sphinx presented us
with two offerings: One Transformers...
One not!
I would have draw
Ha-Hee Prime's script, but it is clearly beyond my artistic talents.
It's for the best.
Prime:
Ratchet, all of us owe our sparks--
Ironhide: --And th' functionin' o' various
limbs--
Prime: --To you. So we
thought, for your birthday, we'd make sure you had every tool
you might possibly need...
Ironhide:
-- And ya sure did!!
Prime: Yes.
Well. So then we thought--
Ironhide:
--We thought ya might like ta put somethin' together that
wouldn't, ya know, go out an' get itself all blowed-up...
right after ya fixed it... ya know...
Prime: --So we got you this. We hope it brings you
many hours of pleasure in your spare time.
Ratchet:
Spare time?! Have you ever seen me have any spare time?! When
do you all ever stop getting yourselves blown up long enough
to give me any?! Grumble-mutter-grumble-mutter... [off to his
quarters...]
Ironhide: Ah told ya he
was jus' gonna get mad, Prime.
Ratchet: An "Art
Kit"?!?!? What do those guys think I'm ever gonna do with a
slaggin' art kit?!?!?
[much later] Still... I
wonder... |
However I did
illuminate coraxonyx's poem!
