I made up a rumor that I just told to myself about the beginning of the Transformers movie being some sort of twisted metallic porn flick.
But apparently the creative process for making transformers is much to complicated to be arousing to the slightest degree. It will basically be Optimus sitting over blue-prints and chatting with Megatron on what they’ll name their robo love child. Eventually the debate for naming it Optitron or Meganox becomes a fiery argument between the two superior robots. Megatron becomes upset and breaks Optimus’ legs leaving him stranded to the uses of a wheelchair while Megatron decides that he is tired of human oppression and wants to battle for robot rights, to the death if at all possible.
In his weakened condition Optimus gathers together the goodsparked Autobots who want to live in a would where Humans and Machines can co-exist peacefully. But trouble arises when Optimus’ secret love child emerges during a fray with Megatron. Much to the dismay and extreme mechanical rage of Optimus it turns out that the robo love child has been named Megaprimaltronobot. In a daring battle with his son and counterpart Optimus calls upon the long and forgotten power of the River which is a mystical energy force that binds the universe together between the spirits of man and machine. In his attempt to fend off Megatron and his stupidly named son, Optimus forgets the meaning of Christmas and is defeated. As he lays in a pile of rubble unable to move, his fellow autobots strewn across the battle filed, he sees something in the distance. What hope could it possibly be? To his amazement he sees the sequel speeding right for him!
