Optimus Prime Meets Herman Caine: An Alliance for the Ages
It was a cold and rainy November morning, Optimus Prime sat transfixed watching Toonami, when suddenly his Justice phone began to ring. "Well who could that be he muttered to himself..
Rising from his giant recliner, he ambled into his kitchen/missle silo and spoke into the receiver.. "Hello, Optimus Prime residence.." He said swiftly.
"Hello" said a thick, smooth voice. "I have certain information that may interest you Mr. Prime." Optimus gazed around the room shiftily "Who is this!" he cried.. "That's for me to know and for you to find out.. meet me at Lincolns Toupee in Washington D.C. for answers.."
So with that Optimus burst through the ceiling, leaving behind a pile of debris, and flew straight to D.C. to meet the silky voiced stranger at the Toupee of the great emancipator. Landing with a great rumble on the crown of Lincoln's majestic head, Optimus gazed into the night, without warning a figure emerged wearing a long pea-coat and eating a slice of Godfathers Pizza. "Halt! Who goes there!" called Optimus, leering wearily into the cold November air.
The man chuckled, finishing his pizza, "You want answers?" he whispered.. "Well then.. It is I.. Herman Caine. And I have come with a warning. America is in danger.
"America!? In danger!?" shuddered Optimus. "Who is to blame? Team Rocket?"
Herman Caine laughed "Isn't it obvious? It's Barack Obama and Jimmy Carter!"
Optimus shook his head "I should have known.. it's communism again isn't it."
Herman nodded, showing Optimus a newspaper dated the day before with a headline "Obama and Carter Destroy Elderly With Communism Again.
"Well then.. you know what we must do.." said Optimus solemnly. "It's morphin time."
Herman lept into the air, his legs transforming into giant pepperonis, his arms meanwhile, taking the form of a gelatinous cheese substance as he came to rest on Optimus' shoulder, Optimus, however, transformed into a boring truck.
They departed to the secret lair..
To be continued..