A monument to the endless fertility of the human imagination, and the far more baffling fertility of the Transformers. Birds do it, bees do it…why can’t Optimus Prime and Slasher Red share a little down time? More than meets the eye, indeed. “Her inner circuitry burned with need, pulsing to the rhythm of her fuel pump, small beads of coolant forming on her neck and arms.” Don’t approach this unless you’re ready to see cherished childhood memories polluted out of all recognition.

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