Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
This was a problem.
Megatron had always imagined someone larger, more intimidating, more Decepticon. A name like Optimus didn’t lend itself well to someone so… So… Autobot. But perhaps, Megatron pensively admitted, this may be caused by his ideals, not the reality.
“This… Complicates things,” Megatron admitted.
“No shit Sherlock,” Optimus bit back, though it lacked a certain spark to it.
Optimus had relented long ago that it was very unlikely he would ever really bond. Perhaps once apon a time, as an idealistic Prime on his was to a council seat there was hope; a hope for a bond bringing peace. But now? A spacebridge technician with little more than a small team at his side. He had long ago squashed any childish dreams of this working. He had moved on already.
So let Megatron’s rejection come. They would clear the air, and go back to fighting. Simple.
…right?
Megatron stared down at the smaller mech and sighed. He was lonely; after the first few million years (and a very ill-advised fling with Starscream that had literally ended explosively), he’d grown resigned to the fact someone had probably killed this “Optimus” early in the war.
No, apparently, quite the opposite.
Primus. He was so tiny. He had a ‘sparkmate’ (like he believed that slag!) (okay, he did, a little, you had to with Strika and Lugnut around) that he could break onehanded.
Who was staring at him with something like resignation.
“You’re a spacebridge technician,” Megatron said, and watched Optimus hunch smaller. “What the frag is someone so…competent doing as a spacebridge technician?”
Optimus reset his optics. Then his audials. Then his optics again.
“… Are you making fun of me?” He asked, half incredulous, half dumbfounded. He narrowed his optics in scrutiny as Megatron formed an answer.
“Of course not!” said the Decepticon warlord, “I haven’t fought an Autobot with your skill and stubbornness since… since Ultra Magnus himself would grace the field! All you’re missing is that damned hammer…”
Something glazed over Optimus’ optics at the mention of his leader.
“Don’t get any ideas,” said Megatron, falsely assuming his mood shift was related to the weapon, “You’re enough trouble as it is–”
“–Ultra Magnus delivered my assignment, crew, and ship to me personally.” said the Autobot.
Silence fell over them, and Megatron took the opportunity to look the mech over once more, analyzing. He knows he’s not wrong in his assumptions– he knows firsthand of Optimus prowess on the battlefield– but where is that warrior’s spirit? There should be pride in rising above the set expectations of others. Does he not realize that such praise from a warbuild is extremely rare?
And still the question remained as to why he was here, of all places. Why was Optimus assigned to be a space bridge technician, normally so far away from the action, when he was obviously one of the Autobot’s most promising troops?
Unless…
“You don’t suppose… Ultra Magnus knew…?” asked Megatron, low and soft.
Optimus’ helm whipped up, optics wide.
“Because, if he had known, perhaps… his intention was to never let us meet?” A clawed servo moved slowly, aiming to brush against blue and white faceplates using only the barest of touches, as if the small mech would turn to dust before his optics…
But Optimus jerked his helm back instead.
“No! That’s… that’s not possible. I was so careful…” said the Prime, optics darting every which-way, trying to recount every detail, every memory of his time at base, ignoring the warbuild in front of him. Megatron dropped his servo.
“Hm. Well, if you say so.”
“I know so. Besides, he probably would have smelted me if he knew, regardless of my rank at the Academy–”
“Aha!” Megatron doubled back on him with a grin, “So you do rank highly among your peers!!”
“That’s not– no! I mean, I… I’m just a space bridge technician!”
Megatron sat– actually sat– down, lounging in front of him, languid and controlled, like a predator resting before a new hunt.
“Oh ho ho~” he laughed warmly, a deep rumbling sound that nearly made Optimus gulp, “Somehow, I doubt that… Optimus Prime~.”
Tag: megop
Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
This was a problem.
Megatron had always imagined someone larger, more intimidating, more Decepticon. A name like Optimus didn’t lend itself well to someone so… So… Autobot. But perhaps, Megatron pensively admitted, this may be caused by his ideals, not the reality.
“This… Complicates things,” Megatron admitted.
“No shit Sherlock,” Optimus bit back, though it lacked a certain spark to it.
Optimus had relented long ago that it was very unlikely he would ever really bond. Perhaps once apon a time, as an idealistic Prime on his was to a council seat there was hope; a hope for a bond bringing peace. But now? A spacebridge technician with little more than a small team at his side. He had long ago squashed any childish dreams of this working. He had moved on already.
So let Megatron’s rejection come. They would clear the air, and go back to fighting. Simple.
…right?
Megatron stared down at the smaller mech and sighed. He was lonely; after the first few million years (and a very ill-advised fling with Starscream that had literally ended explosively), he’d grown resigned to the fact someone had probably killed this “Optimus” early in the war.
No, apparently, quite the opposite.
Primus. He was so tiny. He had a ‘sparkmate’ (like he believed that slag!) (okay, he did, a little, you had to with Strika and Lugnut around) that he could break onehanded.
Who was staring at him with something like resignation.
“You’re a spacebridge technician,” Megatron said, and watched Optimus hunch smaller. “What the frag is someone so…competent doing as a spacebridge technician?”
Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
I drew– another thing.
Sick Optimus is sick, in bed, and with Megatron catering to his every whim but also being the stern Decepticon nurse cause he cares and Optimus just take the damn medicine cause it’s good for you.
I regret nothing.
Ratchet was fraggin’ disgusted with Decepticons in general right now. And maybe Megatron in particular, but that was going to wait on whether Hook, Scalpel, and the rest of the Decepticon medical team had been right to hide under the operating table when Megatron came in, inquiring about Optimus’ health.
Ratchet really couldn’t believe that Megatron would throw such a fit over his partner’s minor cold that it would justify hiding under the fragging operating table and throwing the Autobot medic under the proverbial bus.
Granted, said minor cold had progressed to something more impressive, since Optimus had ignored it completely, and wound up collapsing in the middle of the bridge as a result, due to his vents clogging and the rest of him overheating. It had been scary, but more ‘my friend is an idiot’ than ‘my friend is actually in danger of life and limb’.
Still, he could hear Megatron coming the moment the mech stepped off the lift at the end of the corridor. The Decepticon warlord was, as humans would say, not “a happy camper”.
“He’s fine,” Ratchet said, before Megatron could get a word in edgewise. “Doesn’t even need the medbay for much longer. You can take him home when he wakes up.”
“He collapsed in the middle of the bridge!” said Megatron.
“Yup. Happens when you have a minor infection that you ignore. He needed more coolant and a vent cleaning.” Ratchet fixed Megatron with a stern glare. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary about him?”
Which wasn’t really fair, because Megatron had just returned after several days absence, but it shifted the blame. Megatron’s expression had gone from one of righteous wrath and concern to furtive and guilty. Ratchet felt a small glow of pride.
“No?” he said. “Well, he said he was tired when I returned last night.” And then, rallying heroically, “I leave for two days and my mate has worked himself to exhaustion? How could you let him–”
“I don’t ‘let’ Optimus do anything,” said Ratchet. “Surely you’ve met him? The short of it is he caught something, ignored it, and got sicker than he would have otherwise. The long of it is that he’ll need your help.”
Megatron perked up at that.
“Here’s what you’ll need to do,” said Ratchet, and didn’t grin. Very, very carefully didn’t grin. He was well aware of the optics of the Decepticon medical team on his back, and he was pretty sure that Hook was never going to try and sass him again.
~~~
“Do I have to take that?” Optimus eyed the offending spoonful of medication. Even through his clogged vents, he could smell it, sickly sweet, and medicinal, and bitter. It made his tank flop.
“You will if you want to get better, my dear,” said Megatron, looking altogether too smug, and sounding far too seductive. Optimus eyeballed him, and came to the conclusion that if he didn’t want Megatron to try and hold his nasal ridge to pop the spoon into his intake (as if he were some kind of protoform), he had better cooperate.
He opened his intake, glaring. Megatron looked even smugger, but fortunately didn’t laugh as Optimus coughed and sputtered at the foul taste of the medication.
A little later, shivering, he curled up against the heat of Megatron’s frame. “Just remember,” he said, a little more snidely than usual, “if I do get you sick, I’m going to take great pleasure in making you take that foul stuff.”
“If you get me sick?” snorted Megatron. “As if puny Autobot illnesses could fell me.”
It turned out he was quite wrong about that.
AHHHHHHHHHH ITS SO CUUUUUUUUUUTTTEEEEEE!!!!!
AHEM *coughs and tugs at collar*
I had a thought. Once again: I regret nothing.
Ok but I love the idea of Megatron and Optimus with Megatron (originally, in Optimus’ mind, this terrifying, ancient, but ultimately brilliant and responsible as hell, I mean he runs an army warlord) basically being a terrible influence and talking Optimus into doing all the dumb shit he was too uptight to do in the Academy (and then, too miserable to do).
And Optimus is just having the time of his life.
And meanwhile, Megs is in a similar position, because he’s never taken the time to do all that dumb shit, either – never had the opportunity, never had anyone with whom he could unwind like that – and he’s likewise having a blast …
And Strika just shakes her head and cleans up after them, because finally the big dope is happy.
SOMEONE WRITE THIS
Megatron was playing with his audial fins again. In public.
Optimus was torn. It was–well, it was something closer to a public display of affection than he’d ever really become accustomed to. Still a few steps down from the graceless (and frankly, weirdly performative) makeouts he’d seen Sentinel initiate (gleefully, in as public a space as possibly), but still, he shouldn’t encourage this. Even if they weren’t on duty. People might see.
What the frag right do they have to care? demanded part of his processor. It sounded suspiciously like Megatron.
And Megatron was right there, his warm frame leaned slightly against Optimus’ own, and Optimus shivered under the intense regard radiating from him. Fond. Perhaps even a little predatory. It was thrilling, to have the other mech’s full attention like this. You know. When they weren’t trying to slag each other.
Maybe even a little when they’d been trying to slag each other. There was a reason Megatron never remembering his name bugged Optimus more than he’d cared to admit. And well. The reason he’d been so willing to volunteer to fight Megatron on Earth hadn’t all been heroics.
And currently? He was the subject of Megatron’s focus, and the pressure on the audial fin was really, really nice. Maybe a little too nice for public.
Part of Optimus kind of wanted to be seen. Part of him didn’t care. Together, they outweighed the part of his processor fretting about propriety. He was considering leaning up and initiating one of those graceless makeouts when Megatron leaned down and murmured, “You know, my dear, the supply closet is vacant,” and Optimus almost choked on his oil.
He wasn’t sure if it had been Megatron’s suggestion that had done it, or the fact that he was very very into that idea, yes please.
~~~
Strika had been one of Lord Megatron’s lieutenants for several million years.
Strika had been under the impression she’d seen all of the possible slag Lord Megatron could pull, and then some.
As she looked at the ruins of the supply closet, she reminded herself that becoming complacent was a serious tactical mistake.
It seemed that Megatron had–what was the term the mecha who’d been on Earth used? Ah. Yes.–Megatron had rediscovered what it was like to be a “horny teenager”.
Ugh.
She was not cleaning this up. As happy as she was to see Lord Megatron cheer up, that was better left to one of the synchophants. Like Tarn. It was even odds whether it would send him into raptures or outraged insult and either way she didn’t care.
She chuckled a little to herself as she walked away. It really was about time Megatron found something that made him happy.
That that something was an Autobot? Really a minor detail. The young Prime had proven himself worthy by defeating Megatron, however temporarily. There were few enough mecha who could keep up with Megatron in the first place. That this one was also interested in him? Excellent.
Of course, if he broke Megatron’s spark, she’d have to kill him, but given that was the third supply closet they’d done in this week, she wasn’t terribly worried.
~~~
Ratchet wasn’t going to claim he was a pinnacle of responsibility, but when the two local love- (or lust-) struck idiots decided to frag on the outside of the (moving) spaceship, he had to take matters into his own servos.
He was pretty sure neither of them listened to him, but to be fair, his preprepared lecture hadn’t survived the revelation it had been Optimus’ idea.
“Well,” he said to Strika, “at least we’re not like humans.”
“Oh?” said Strika.
“Sexually reproducing. We’d be neck-deep in protoforms by now.”
“What is ‘sexually reproducing’?”
Ratchet explained, and considered the horrorstruck expression of one of the most feared Decepticon Generals as a good consolation prize.
~~~
“Now, see here, Optimus, I hear you’ve been fragging Megatron.”
A few months ago, Optimus would have internally panicked and frozen at Sentinel’s accusatory tone. Now, he just gave the other Prime a bored look. “So?”
“All over the place.”
Optimus didn’t dignify that with a response. He took another sip of oil.
“The leader of the Decepticons.” For a moment, Optimus wondered if that was accusation or jealousy he was hearing.
“We are at peace,” he stated. Megatron had emerged from the meeting room, finally finished after a day of treaty negotiations with Ultra Magnus. For a big mech, he could move surprisingly silently. Sentinel didn’t have a clue.
“What were you thinking? I mean, it’s not like you think a lot but that’s abnormally stupid, even for you, Optimus. Like… like how does that even work?”
“Spectacularly,” said Megatron from just behind Sentinel. Sentinel froze.
Megatron stepped around him and to Optimus, scooped Optimus up bodily, and kissed him. For a moment, Optimus considered a human gesture involving an extended middle digit, but decided against it. As tired as he was with Sentinel’s insults, and as suspicious as he was that Sentinel was, in fact envious (his ugliest mood–he couldn’t stand anyone, particularly Optimus, having the spotlight), and as much of a bad influence as Megatron was, he wasn’t quite that petty.
Yet.
AHEM *coughs and tugs at collar*
I had a thought. Once again: I regret nothing.
Ok but I love the idea of Megatron and Optimus with Megatron (originally, in Optimus’ mind, this terrifying, ancient, but ultimately brilliant and responsible as hell, I mean he runs an army warlord) basically being a terrible influence and talking Optimus into doing all the dumb shit he was too uptight to do in the Academy (and then, too miserable to do).
And Optimus is just having the time of his life.
And meanwhile, Megs is in a similar position, because he’s never taken the time to do all that dumb shit, either – never had the opportunity, never had anyone with whom he could unwind like that – and he’s likewise having a blast …
And Strika just shakes her head and cleans up after them, because finally the big dope is happy.
SOMEONE WRITE THIS
AHEM *coughs and tugs at collar*
I had a thought. Once again: I regret nothing.
Ok but I love the idea of Megatron and Optimus with Megatron (originally, in Optimus’ mind, this terrifying, ancient, but ultimately brilliant and responsible as hell, I mean he runs an army warlord) basically being a terrible influence and talking Optimus into doing all the dumb shit he was too uptight to do in the Academy (and then, too miserable to do).
And Optimus is just having the time of his life.
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