Brainpower spent on Transformers justification

The Autobots were originally designed as factory workers and slaves, as shown by their vehicle alt modes during the 1st and 2nd seasons. They carried weapons, but were not supposedly as proficient in combat as the Decepticons were. In essence, the Autobots were the underdogs. On the other hand, the Decepticons were primarily designed as military forces or warriors. The Decepticons, who regarded themselves as a separate “race” from the Autobots, almost wiped out ALL the Autobots on Cybertron. If that’s not “genocide,” then I don’t know what is.

The theme of “weaker” good guys standing up to much “stronger” bad guys is far from being a “cookie cutter 80’s cartoon” like GI Joe, MOTU, Thundercats, etc.

GREATEST COBRA EVER

Think about it, GIJoe comes attacking, and everybody else in Cobra scrambles to get their guns, or their tanks, or their trubble bubbles. Big Boa sees the jets, the paratroopers, the jeeps and tanks, the thousands of well trained soldiers and thinks, “whoah! I’d better get my boxing gloves. I wanna give these fools a chance.” He’s the only character whose accessories WEAKEN him. He doesn’t need a gun. What he needs is something to draw the fight out so he doesn’t get bored!

tldr; Apparently, for Big Boa, bare-fist butt-kicking a tank is a little too easy.

Okay, I’ll give you this. Let’s create a hypothetical situation, here. He’s training Cobra soldiers, who obviously need to know how to fight tanks.

“Welcome back trainees. Today we are going to learn how to fight tanks. Somebody get me my boxing gloves.”

The force is strong in this one.

WHY TOYS?

You buy toys to get some enjoyment out of life. Transform him, put him in cool poses, go PEW PEW when a coworker walks by. Once you realize that fitting into society is a moronic and useless task, life becomes much more enjoyable.

Dear Bulbasaur

It was always you. Always. Since the first day I met you. I regret never telling you how I felt when you made it so obvious your strong feelings for me. I’m sorry I bailed on our date a few years ago. I know how much you were looking forward to it…us being together. I’m sorry I blew it. You have no idea how much I regret it. I was afraid. Afraid of how I truly felt about you. You’re my leaf-type angel. You were there for me when no one else was. You helped me learn flamethrower and helped me to become a better person. You were my everything once upon a time. But I messed it all up and even though you expressed your strong feelings for me, I held back. Never said a word. I wish I had. I wish I had taken you when I had the chance. So we could be together…build a life together…have hybrid babies and expand the pokedex.
Now you’re with Squirtle, that blue-shelled baldie. Living together. Probably going to get married to him. You’re happy, and I have to sit here with a fake smile pretending it’s alright. It’s not. It should have been me. I’m happy you found love with that bubbling bubblehead. But I’ll always love you.
No female pokemon on this planet can compare to you…

So…

Here we are, born to be kings,
We’re the princes of the universe.

Here we belong, fighting to survive
In a world with the darkest powers.

And here we are, we’re the princes of the universe
Here we belong, fighting for survival
We’ve come to be the rulers of your world.

I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival, no man can be my equal
Take me to the future of your world.

M&M Duel

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to
continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this
end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply
pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and
splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately.
The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are
tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have
hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in
the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and
snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen,
or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to
be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra
strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its
environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M,
the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one
as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A
Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with
a 3×5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for
a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money."
I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of
hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.

DEATH or GLORY!

"I was not
made for the dreariness of everyday. I was made to participate in grand
displays of the triumph of the human spirit. I REFUSE to merely exist.
I REFUSE to be brought down by forces unseen. DEATH or GLORY!
"

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Round 1

    Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
    Through passion, I gain strength.
    Through strength, I gain power.
    Through power, I gain victory.
    Through victory, my chains are broken.
    The Force shall free me.

Season 28 Episode 1


I’m Back..
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…And the story continues.

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