After Action Review

By Nopporn Wongrassamee the Evil Author

Summary: We take a break from our regular AARs to bring you a friendly, slightly fourth wall breaking Public Service Announcement based on recent reviews that were long on venom and short on meaningful content.

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot belong to Warner Bros. Any characters that resemble any real persons past, present, or future are entirely coincidental. Really!

Shockwave's Laboratory

Decepticon Starship

Deep Space

Seven Months after a movie premiered

"Shockwave."

"Soundwave, what news have you to report?" Shockwave asked, turning away from his current "experiment".

"I have intercepted a broadcast on the Autobot's general communication channel," the other Decepticon replied. "Decryption reveals it to be from Optimus…"

Alas, his report was cut off, interrupted by a high pitched voice.

"Hold on a second there!"

"CUT!!!" yelled the human director. "How'd this guy get on the set?"

"I don't know, sir," one of his assistants replied as he pulled out a cell phone. "I'm calling security right now."

"Is there a problem?" Shockwave asked the intruder.

"Yeah, there's a problem!" the intruder replied, still at the top of his lungs. "This whole movie's a #ing travesty and an insult to true Cybertronians everywhere!"

"'True Cybertronians'?" Shockwave asked skeptically as he scanned the intruder. Although human, the intruder appeared to be dressed in an array of cardboard boxes that were colorfully painted to suggest wheels, windows, antennae, and other vehicular or robotic parts.

"Yes!" the intruder continued. "We TRUE CYBERTRONIANS© are the true keepers of the G1 Legacies. You (#$ers aren't Transformers! You're a bunch of (&#ing ugly wannabes and how DARE you #ing claim the mantle!"

"Dude, my agent said all the femmebots find this look sexy," Soundwave wailed. He burst into tears.

"Oh great," the director muttered. "There goes the day's shooting. Look kid…"

"And you!" the intruder continued screaming, turning on the director. "Who (&#ing gave you the )(#ing right to make this #$?!"

"I dunno," the director growled back. "The owners of the franchise maybe?"

"WHAT?!" the intruder yelped. "Man, those (&ing fascists don't know nothing about TRUE Transformers! They're gonna ruin Transformers forev…"

Anything further the intruder might have said was cut off when a lance of artificial lightning vaporized him on the spot.

"Shockwave!" the director exclaimed.

"What?" Shockwave replied as his right arm reconfigured back to hand mode.

"I've told you before, you can't just shoot up the sets at random!" the director told him. "Set are expensive y'know."

"Sorry, Mike," Shockwave replied. "He just made me so mad."

"Okay, we can probably shoot around the crater," the director continued. "Alright people, let's get cracking. Move Camera A over there. Camera B can go over…"

"Wheel of Morality, turn, turn, turn," Yakko chanted as he spun the wheel on the machine. "Tell us the lesson that we should learn!"

The wheel stopped. The machine dinged. A piece of paper was spat out.

"When reviewing fanfic," Dot read from the paper, "it helps to not confuse the author of the fanfic with the author of the source material, or for that matter, the author of OTHER fanfics. Also, malicious insults tend to be perceived as free of constructive content and are thus generally not appreciated."

"Wow!" Yakko said, impressed. "That all fit on that little bit of paper?"

"I don't get it," Wakko said confused.