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- Thread starter Caldwin
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I HAVE SUMMONED YOU HERE FOR A PURPOSE!
Nobody summons MEGATRON!
THEN IT PLEASES ME TO BE THE FIRST!
Nobody summons MEGATRON!
THEN IT PLEASES ME TO BE THE FIRST!
Aaahhhhh, no!! I accept your terms! I ACCCCEEEPPPPTTTT!!
Excellent.
BEHOLD! GALVATRON!
AND THESE, SHALL BE YOUR MINIONS!
AND THESE, SHALL BE YOUR MINIONS!
Decepticons, Rise up, rise up, RISE, for Rohan and the world ending!! 
You shall be the Fellowship of the Primes.
YOU! SHALL NOT! CONVERT!
I would have followed you, my brother. My Magnus. My Prime.
They are taking the Micromasters to Kaonsengard!
One Matrix to rule them all!!
Feed him to the Sharkticons.
<unintelligible screaming>
<maniacal cacophony if laughter>
Megatron only needs this matrix to cover all of Cybertron in a second darkness!
Then we shall fight in the shade.
Through Plasma Energy and the Rust Sea. From the deepest planetary Core to the highest Sonic. Peak. I fought my enemy and cast him down. I smote his ruin upon the mountainside.
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Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)
To ferne halwes, couth in soldry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)
To ferne halwes, couth in soldry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.