MSTing
John Prill
MOVIE segment), and well....
Unicron: Megatron.
Tom: Oh great, its Avon.
Megatron: Who said that?
Crow: I am, the lord.
Unicron: I am Unicron.
Tom: Its an off day. What can I say?
Megatron: Show yourself.
Joel: No. Open your eyes, you idiot.
Unicron: I have summoned you here for a purpose.
Joel: I want you, to build me an ark.
Tom: What's an ark?
Megatron: No one summons Megatron!
Crow: Then why are you here? What, were you thrown out of a ship or
something?
Unicron: Then it pleases me to be the first.
Crow: I'd hate to see his children.
Megatron: State your business.
Joel: I'm going to buy a major distributor, and then offer huge
discounts only through that outlet.
Unicron: You are to destroy the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. It
is the one thing, the only thing, that can stand in my
way!
Tom: Let me get this straight: a small, round object stops you in your
tracks entirely? I should drop pennies more often.
Megatron: You have nothing to fear. I have already crushed
Optimus Primewith my bear hands.
Joel: And then, I had honey. Hmmmmm, honey.
Unicron: You exxagerate.
Crow: Well, maybe. But if you think thats true, you should test my spell
checker.
Megatron: The point is he's dead, and the Matrix died with him!
Tom: You really don't get out often enough, do you?
Unicron: No, the point Megatron is that you are a fool. The
Matrix lives with Ultra Magnus on the Planet of Junk.
You are to hunt him down and destroy it for me.
Joel: Ok, no problem. Do I get a map or do I have to find this planet
of Junk on my own?
Megatron: Why? What's in it for me?
Crow: A feeble attempt of an increase in your popularity. A few new
models of your toy. Otherwise....nada.
Unicron: Your bargaining posture is highly dubious, but very
well. I will give you a new body and new troops to
command.
Tom: And the girls will just love you.
Megatron: And?
Crow: Ok, and the boys too.
Unicron: And Nothing! You belong to me now.
Joel: Oh, now this is getting too far.
Megatron: I belong to nobody!
Tom: Oh really? Well, the lawyers from Hasbro will be calling you
soon.
Unicron: Perhaps I misjudged you. Procede on your way to
oblivion.
Crow: The film written by Peter David? Ok, no problem.
Megatron: No! I accept your terms! I accept!
Joel: Image fan boy.
Unicron: Excellent! Behold, Galvatron! And these shall be your
minions: Cyclonus, Sweeps, and his armada. And this
shall be your ship.
Crow: We couldn't think of a bunch of pitiful names, so they're just
your minions until we can think of a name.
Galvatron: I shall tear open Ultra Magnus and every other Autobot
until the Matrix has been destroyed!
Joel: And later on, we'll all have roast autobot for dinner.
Unicron: Go. Destroy the Matrix.
Tom: Well, if you insist....
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What do you think, sirs?