He sighed to himself as he passed by the incipient star. That stupid little rancorous midget had completely ruined his plans to destroy the Matrix by letting that incarnadine midget get at it. Then they'd killed him! Yes, him, Unicron! Or, at least they thought they'd killed him. But they had been unsuccessful, and now the Great Devourer of Worlds was muttering to himself. About what though? You'll just have to listen.
"Now, calling me monstrous is a bit over the top. Why not kind, or considerate? I mean the only reason I eat planets is because I'm hungry, and that's what I was made to do. Because of over population... Or something like that." The giant planet eater had discussed this with himself time and time again, but now, there was something else to consider. "Hmm, what if I became a vegetarian, and take up a hobby? Why, that would show them I'm not as licentious as they thought! But, what kind of hobby would suit me? Hmm, I wonder, what about some kind of dance? Oh! What a wonderful idea! Maybe modern? Or jazz? Oh, I know! Ballet! Ballet is perfect for me! Once I start these changes no one will ever again refer to me as macabre or rapacious!" He attempted to wriggle in his glee, but failed, seeing as he was not but a head in the vast expanse of space. "Damn, for me being a giant most puissant planet eater, I got destroyed rather easily... Oh no! I can't do ballet without a body! And I can't eat very well either!" Unicron sighed to himself again. "Oh, I used to be constantly satiated, but now... I'm hungry!" He attempted to transform, but not having a body can severely impede that ability. He muttered obscenities to himself for a long while after, finally giving up and focusing on the future. "Perhaps, once I get a new body, I can learn the art of pugilism as well as ballet, so I can defend myself." It didn't occur to Unicron that he was the size of a large moon, and most other beings in the universe were much, much smaller than he was. "Guh, but I've no idea on how to appropriate a new body though! This is most upsetting!" He then began to reminisce about the "good old days" when he was the most feared thing in the whole universe, and nobody thought him a myth. "Ah, I remember that one planet, oh, what was it called again? Hm, No matter, it was the pineapple of good taste!"
"I think you mean 'pinnacle of good taste,' don't you? That was a malapropism."
"What? Who was that?" Not being able to turn around, he was unable to see the little ball of brightly glowing light behind him. But then again, not having eyes would make it rather difficult to see in the first place.