Coming of the Fuzors Part One

Waspinator: Oh sure. Don't mind Waspinator. Waspinator just lie here and suffer. Drag himself to CR tank. Not fair. Everyone's always picking on me.

Silverbolt: You've had your fun. Now leave him alone. Inferno: Oh look. A hero. My favourite.

Quickstrike: I bet I can thrash your tail. Silverbolt: What? Quickstrike: You heard me. C'mon fuzz and feathers. You and me. We'res gonna tango. Right here. Right now.

Dinobot: To be, or not to be. That is the question. These disks I hold. Are they a record of what will be, or only of what may? For if the future is indeed immutable for told, then my demise is but moments from the confirmation. For I could not live for my master of my fate. But, if the future can be changed, if these disks merely record one path of all the merit ways the cosmos might conform, then the power is infinite, and yet still limited. For they can be used but once. And in that changed be render forever fiction forever more. I could destroy them. But, no. That would be a coward's answer. I will look the truth instead, then it will be either them or me that face oblivion. Till then.

Aftermath Coming of the Fuzors Part One Coming of the Fuzors Part Two