"It is so awesome to meet you! I mean. Well, I feel like such a noob. And you're Isaac Sumdac. The big man! The guy who started the robot revolution! I grew up tinkering with your bots, and now I'm working for you! It's to wild huh?!"

"Well yes it is 'wild'," Sumdac nodded, "And my project managers have told me great things about the young inventor, Henry Masterson. So, you have a new project idea?"

"Oh yeah. It totally kicks. I call it the Headmaster unit!" Masterson pulled out a helmet-sized device shaped like a head with a long grin and horns.

"Seems interesting. How does it work?"

"Imagine this:" A large robot stomped behind Sumdac who gasped at the sight, "You're in battle, and you're up against a war-bot. Like this guy for instance." Masterson pulled out a small remote and threw the Headmaster at the war-bot. the Headmaster floated above its head.

"Did you say 'war-bot'?"

"You can use the Headmaster to take control of the war-bot and use it to totally OWN the competition!" The Headmaster activated a laser, cut off the war-bot's head, and planted itself down on the bot's shoulders.

"You just said it again!"

"Wait a sec, this part rules! The enemy gets fragged by their own rockets!" Masterson pressed buttons on the controller. A small rocket on the back of the war-bot fired up.

"Henry Masterson! I have told my staff time and again! We do not use military robots! Or Headmasters that use other military robots for…military things!"

"I know, but this is so cool!" The controls started to spark. Masterson tapped on it. The rocket on the war-bot's back fired and launched. Masterson stared at the rocket. "Suh-weet."

"There is nothing sweet about it! That rocket is headed for the city! Oh and by the way, you're fired!"

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"So tell me Bulkhead, as the most imposing and destructive of the Autobots, do you ever fear for the damage you might inflict on an unsuspecting city?" the news-bot asked.

"Wait a sec. I thought we were supposed to talk about how people shouldn't be afraid of me," Bulkhead protested, "I'm as gentle as a…really gentle thing." Bulkhead tried to grab the news-bot's microphone but accidentally pulled of its arm. "Sorry. Now, I may be big and crush stuff. Accidentally. But I've got a sensitive side too."

"Bulkhead, we've got a situation!" Optimus called over the comlink, "There's a rocket headed for downtown but we can't make it in time!"

"I'm on it!" Bulkhead gave the news-bot back its arm. "Sorry." Bulkhead then ran off. Bulkhead found where the rocket was about to hit. He pulled out his wrecking ball, spun it through the air tearing through most of the surrounding walls, and whacked a mailbox into the air. The mailbox struck the rocket and exploded. The other Autobots arrived and looked at the carnage Bulkhead'd caused. His wrecking ball had torn through building, cars, and street signs.

"I guess I made a kinda mess," Bulkhead sighed.

"Well, um, no more than usual," Optimus mumbled.

"Never before has this reporter seen such carnage, such destruction, as in the wake of the Autobot, Bulkhead," the news-bot said into its camera. The charred mailbox came down and crushed the news-bot. "Now back to you in the stuuudiiooooo." A young boy gasped.

"It's okay little boy," Bulkhead picked up the mailbox and then the news-bot, "He's okay. See?" The news-bot's head popped off and rolled to the boy's feet. Its eyes popped out of its head. The boy started crying. A woman ran to the boy and hugged him.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" the woman accused. Bulkhead groaned.

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"It can't be that bad," Sari patted Bulkhead's back, "You saved the city after all."

"If by 'all' you mean destroying half of it, then yeah. He sure did," Bumblebee responded.

"Not helping. You know, you need to do something creative. Make something instead of break it. Like knitting. Or cooking. Or art."

"Who's art?"

"Not a who. A what. It's a—well it's kinda—sorta—well you've just gotta see it."

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With the help of tudor-bot, Bulkhead was given the chance to see most of history's greatest paintings. When he felt he'd seen enough to understand it, Sari gave him a brush. He found his hands too big for the thin brush. Sari gave him a bigger one. He once again found that the brush was still not quite enough. Sari gave him a broom. The broom was now too big for the canvas. Bulkhead now happily painted on a blank billboard. Yet there was still a problem.

"Hey! We've got graffiti laws in this town ya know!" Fanzone barked.

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"Just hold it for a little longer," Bulkhead held his thumb up for reference at Bumblebee's pose involving his leg over his head and stinger armed. He then continued painting…his thumb.

"I still don't quite understand the logic of creating an image with such primitive tools," Optimus said.

"I believe it's more about creating an image from one's imagination. Like this one for instance," Prowl motioned to one of Bulkhead's paintings.

"Actually that was an accident with Ratchet's blowtorch," Bulkhead confessed.

"You ask me, it's all a waste of time!" Ratchet injected, "No one ever saved anyone with art."

"I'm not trying to save anyone!" Bulkhead sighed, "I'm just trying to—I dunno. 'Express how I feel.'" Bulkhead proceeded with his painting. The broom snapped. Bulkhead roared and threw the canvas at Bumblebee. Bumblebee was knocked onto his side.

"I'm guessing you're feeling anger?" Bumblebee peeped.

"This stinks! I stink. I'm no good at this stuff. All I can do is break stuff. I'm embarrassed for anyone to even look at this junk," Bulkhead sighed.

"Hey Bulkhead!" Sari ran up to him, "I just booked you a spot at an art gallery! A real art gallery! Isn't this exciting?!" Bulkhead gasped in horror and ran out of the base as fast as he could.

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"Oh, we do not make war-bots," Masterson said in an impression of Isaac Sumdac while playing Rock-em-Sock-em-Sumdac using two bots, two headmasters, and a drawing of himself and Sumdac, "Oh, you are so fired. Well take this old man!" The "Masterson" bot struck the "Sumdac" bot and knocked it to the ground.

"If you're too much of a wuss to make headmasters, I'll just have to make em myself. Hey, my own company! That'd be so wicked sick! All I need is bag loads of cash! But I can't start using just my plain ol' headmasters. I need something more. Something with a kick. Something no one else would ever even think to make! What if, I took over a person? Yeah, I could use em for like body guards and stuff! I could have like an army! But I'll need a guinea pig." Masterson flipped through the channels until he found news of Bulkhead saving the city from the rocket and grinned.

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Bulkhead walked through town kicking a Pepsi can.

"Art show? What was she thinking?! I don't have enough pieces. And the ones I have stink." Before Bulkhead could lament further, a taser struck him in the chest and sent volts of electricity through his body. Bulkhead collapsed. Before Bulkhead lost consciousness, he could see a device float over his head and lower itself and heard the words, "Total ownage."

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When he awoke it was daytime.

"Ooh, my aching head. What happened last night? Hey, I feel funny." Bulkhead looked down and stared in horror. Everything from the neck down was gone.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"