by Stanley Lui
"Your tyranny is at an end, Megatron!" thundered Optimus
Prime, the great Autobot leader. "Your next move will be your last!"
"Don't be a fool, Prime! My victory will ensure a stable and
peaceful universe, led by my Decepticons!"
Prime mumbled something.
"What?!" Megatron roared, apparently not believing his audio
receptors. "What did you call me?!"
"A brain-dead meglomaniac....and Meggy"
"If you think I'm going to take that without retaliation--"
"Go on then! Come on, you bucket of bolts, retaliate -- I
dare you!"
"Alright then! You asked for it!"
A blur of motion. Half a minute of silense passes by.
"What, that was it?!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, is that the best you could do?"
"And I suppose you could have done better?"
"With most of my circuits fried into silicon dust. Your
countermove sucked."
"No more than that last so-called 'strategy' of yours. You
call that planning? Bruticus could plan a better bridal shower!"
"Hey, I nearly had you with that one."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Look, Prime, are you going to move or not?"
Sighing in semi-resignation, Prime looked glumly at the
chessboard with its remaining pieces - two kings - and thought fondly
of his next move, Megatron's defeat, and the good old days back when
the war was still on.
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