Optimus and Megatron watched as Gordon Ramsay slowly chewed the cookie. There was no sound made in the room as he chewed, chewed, chewed, and he swallowed. They watched him take out a pad of paper and write something on it, his pen scraping the paper. The tension was so thick, you'd have to cut it with a knife. Chef Ramsay clicked his pen, placed it in his pocket, ripped the sheet off the pad of paper, and stood up. He walked over to Optimus, stuck the piece of paper on his finger, and smiled, "Thank you for having me. It was a pleasure," And with that, he walked out of the hanger.
"Whatdoesitsaywhatdoesitsay?" Jazz asked, bounding up and down. Optimus took the piece of paper off his finger, and read it, Megatron hovering over his shoulder. Optimus' optics went wide, and he fainted. Everyone was in shock, "Megs, what does it say?" Megatron took the piece of paper out of his brother's hand, and read it. He squealed with delight.
"WE CAN DO EVERYTHING!!!!" He began jumping up and down, clapping his hands and screaming like a little girl, "YAY US!!!" he clapped his hands, still jumping up and down.
Optimus sat up, gasping. He ran a hand over his face, "Yo boss. You looks like yous seen a ghosty."
"I just had the weirdest dream ever. Me and Megatron had to bake ten dozen cookies as a bet because it said on the internet that we couldn't do everything," Skids and Mudflap glanced at each other, "Don't tell me it was real."
"Well..
"You see..."
"There's someting yous should sees boss," Optimus got up, and followed them to the hanger. The Decepticons were sitting around, drinking energon and eating cookies. Megatron was on the computer, giggling. Optimus looked around, horrified.
"Hey Optimus," he turned around, and saw Ratchet, dressed in a unitard, "You look frightened."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Optimus screamed.
Optimus sat up, gasping. He ran a hand over his face, "That was retarded."
"What was retarted?" He turned, and saw Ratchet standing there in the unitard, holding a platter of cookies.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Optimus screamed.
Optimus sat up, gasping, "Thank God it's not real," He got up, and walked out to the hanger. The lights were off. He walked over to the fridge, and took out a bottle of energon. He saw something out of the corner of his optic, and turned around. There, on the table, was the platter of cookies.
"OH COME ON!" Optimus yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.