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Oh Optimus Prime, Were you still in your prime when you thought of that name? Were you still in your prime when you ruined hundreds and thousands of kids’ lives by discontinuing your adventures? Oh Optimus Prime, were you still in your prime when you fled from my life and never returned? And to this day I wonder Optimus Prime, are you still in your prime?        Here I sit and wait        Counting the clock, peering at time,        Hoping someday my answers are met by fate        So a state of satisfaction may be mine. So sorry dearest Gawain, I am Optimus Prime. I tried desperately under the stresses of daily life as Optimus Prime to seek out the answers and address these questions, but they are so plentiful. As you know, I had to fight many troubles and fend off many enemies, all the time trying to stay in my prime. Though you are the first to ask these questions, I know you will not be the last, For many often seek out the heart of the one they wish to save.        Untidy though I have written        Your conscience I pray,        Will keep you from being smitten,        As it is answers that I too crave. I have long awaited your response Optimus Prime, and I thank you. When I watched you on TV, I would speak to the screen, but there was never a response. With all my imagination I believed you were alive, but only now have you proven that you are. Though many questions remain unanswered, one question we may lay to rest, and that is Optimus Prime, whether you are still in your prime. And at times when you may think you are not, it is of your soul that you ought wonder.        If you a man but four and I a man but three,        the answer lies with the God of thunder,        Ascending your soul, like climbing a wet tree,        Is a slippery riddle I dare not blunder. I thank you Gawain. I struggle and mercifully I am in debt to you. If it wasn’t for you, there would be no soul of Optimus Prime. You have created a soul for me like I have created myself in the hearts of kids throughout the country. And though I was born from pencil, I will go on and live in the hearts of these children, not because of pencil, but because of people like you who choose to look beyond my prime. I call now on my heavenly muse to guide me in this new adventure, And offer up his strength to me as I lay aside my prime.        Sir Gawain and the God of Thunder        Through random discovery we may find,        If none of us go asunder,       ‘Tis likely we may place this soul of mine
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
Gawain and Prime (an anachronism in four parts)
Oh Optimus Prime, Were you still in your prime when you thought of that name? Were you still in your prime when you ruined hundreds and thousands of kids’ lives by discontinuing your adventures? Oh Optimus Prime, were you still in your prime when you fled from my life and never returned? And to this day I wonder Optimus Prime, are you still in your prime?        Here I sit and wait        Counting the clock, peering at time,        Hoping someday my answers are met by fate        So a state of satisfaction may be mine. So sorry dearest Gawain, I am Optimus Prime. I tried desperately under the stresses of daily life as Optimus Prime to seek out the answers and address these questions, but they are so plentiful. As you know, I had to fight many troubles and fend off many enemies, all the time trying to stay in my prime. Though you are the first to ask these questions, I know you will not be the last, For many often seek out the heart of the one they wish to save.        Untidy though I have written        Your conscience I pray,        Will keep you from being smitten,        As it is answers that I too crave. I have long awaited your response Optimus Prime, and I thank you. When I watched you on TV, I would speak to the screen, but there was never a response. With all my imagination I believed you were alive, but only now have you proven that you are. Though many questions remain unanswered, one question we may lay to rest, and that is Optimus Prime, whether you are still in your prime. And at times when you may think you are not, it is of your soul that you ought wonder.        If you a man but four and I a man but three,        the answer lies with the God of thunder,        Ascending your soul, like climbing a wet tree,        Is a slippery riddle I dare not blunder. I thank you Gawain. I struggle and mercifully I am in debt to you. If it wasn’t for you, there would be no soul of Optimus Prime. You have created a soul for me like I have created myself in the hearts of kids throughout the country. And though I was born from pencil, I will go on and live in the hearts of these children, not because of pencil, but because of people like you who choose to look beyond my prime. I call now on my heavenly muse to guide me in this new adventure, And offer up his strength to me as I lay aside my prime.        Sir Gawain and the God of Thunder        Through random discovery we may find,        If none of us go asunder,       ‘Tis likely we may place this soul of mine
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You want the cube We have the cube Sam has the cube Its on the building Optimus Prime was to sacrifice destroy the cube Cube Power Destroyed MegaTRON
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
MegaTRON