Life has been going just fine for me. I'm Derrick, a 27 year old man who just moved to a new house in Upstate New York. That is, until a meteor crashed in my backyard. At first I was going to call 911, but then I decided not to. I went out my back door and slowly crept up to this thing. I grabbed the nearest stick on the floor and decided to poke it. That was quite a bad mistake.
As soon as the stick made contact with the meteor-thing, it started transforming; I didn't know what the hell to do. So I just stood there, looking like a complete idiot. The thing turned out to be a giant robot thing. "Hello?" I shouted. The robot responded, "Was sup?" I didn't know what to say. "I'm D-d-d-derrick." I finally managed. "Cool." The robot said, "I'm Gale Storm." I was shocked, "Why do they call you that?" "I don't know." said Gale Storm flatly. "I'm actually part of an alien race from the planet Cybertron, I have been sent to earth to destroy the Decepticons, which are these evil… things, who want to destroy the human race and turn all of earth's technology evil." "Wow." I replied
I am now going to make the biggest decision of my life. "Gale storm, I will help you in your quest to destroy the Decepti-whatevers" "Cool" said Gale Storm. Then he ran away.
The next day he came back. "Where did you go?" I asked. "I went to a Porsche dealership." "Why" I angrily said. Then, without another word, he transformed into a Porsche. "Holy Shit."