When the big become the little, and the little become the big, that’s about the size of it.



That was rude! What would Prime say?





I come equipped with stereophonic funk producin' disco inducin' twin magnetic rock receptors. Wind me up! I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll play with you!
Indiana Jones comes perilously close to finding his way into a tomb, that hard way!
What's colder than even the snowy plains of Hoth? How about a friend who smiles in your face, while planning to stab you in the back?
The Autobots make a statement on the current state of geopolitics and economic affairs
Anakin never have any friends later on like the ones he had when he was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
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