Monday, September 10, 2007

Ironhide

I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and I had a bit of a rough day today.

I returned from the dead this afternoon and found all of my stuff cleaned out of my room in the Ark. Thinking this was a Decepticon plot, I quickly assembled the Autobots.


"Aw, sorry about that, Prime," Ironhide said when I explained the situation "I thought that you were gone for good and so I cleaned everything out."


All of the Autobots stood there quietly, I think that I heard one of them gasp.

"Ironhide, my old friend," I replied to him. "You of all Autobots should know that death itself cannot stop me. How many times have I died now?"

"I don't know, Prime," he replied. "Five or six, I guess."

"That's right. And by the Matrix, I will come back the next five or six times I die as well. Remember that first time I died? What a day that was."

"So you're not mad at me?" Ironhide asked.

"Of course not, my old friend," I replied. "But I do have an important mission for you."

"What's that?"

"Put everything back in my room the way it was."