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Autobot Headquarters: 1998

Jazz: Hey, Optimus. Did you hear the news? That poser of a show called Beast Wars is ending.

Optimus: So Freak Bot is leaving the airwaves?

Optimal Optimus: Hey!

Jazz: Yeah. And now they want to do another show called Beast Wars: G2.

Optimus: Is the Freak bot going to be in this series?

Optimal: What did I ever do to you?

Optimus: You ruined our chances of making a comeback, Freak Bot. You and your Autobot wannabes.

Optimal: Now wait a minute. We saved you guys from a life worse than death.

Optimus: Yeah, Right. Two crummy cameos and we got no speaking parts save for The True Megatron of our time.

Optimal: You're treating us unfairly.

Jazz: Whoa! Man! Peace out. Prime it's not his fault. It was those dudes at Hasbro that gave us the shaft.

Optimus: Oh yes. Them.

<A producer walks in with a pink slip>

Producer: This is for you, OpOp.

Optimal Optimus reads the pink slip.

It says: YOU'RE FIRED!!! HAVE A NICE DAY!!! - HASBRO EXECS.

Optimal: Why those buzzards. I'll shoot them all. Where are the other Maximals? Where are the guns? Where can I get some thin mint cookies? Getting excited makes me hungry. Optimal walks away in disgust.

Jazz: Well, That takes care of that. What do we do now?

Optimus: Go rehearse our lines. What else?

<Producer comes back with another note for Prime>

WE ARE GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A LION, OPTIMUS. REPORT TO US IN THE MORNING - HASBRO EXECS.

Optimus: Awwww, crud!

The End