*About a week after her initial dash out of the Ark, Lockout returns...plus and minus a few things. A sea urchin or two adorns her hood, and an eel may or may not have made it up and into her back seat. Her entire bottom half is covered in mud with the grass of the mighty Serengetti sticking out of her wheel wells. There may or may not be ( Read more... )

So um...I hate to make you deal with this sort of thing...

But Red Alert? Prowl? Optimus? If any of you get calls from a certain...Mr. Smith, Mr. Anderson, or anyone related to National Defense....I'm dead ok?

So...maybe only Frostbite can sympathize with me on this one. But my mother is a psychologist. A psychologist who happens to be nuts. So just how does one convince this woman that my being a giant alien robot is not just a temporary state of mind to overcome? Or convince my brother that no, I am not a big toy to show off to his friends. Or my dad ( Read more... )

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