Star Wars + Transformers = Goofy As Hell
Imagine this confrontation in the dark, twisted halls of Hasbro Inc:
Bob, lover of all things Star Wars, walks down a softly-lit corporate corridor. Clutched in his sweaty palms is a 12" figure of Darth Vader, complete with glowie lightsabre. Through his harrowed mind races his favorite movie scene, where Vader confronts Luke with the knowledge of his paternity test. He raises the figure's hand, it's kung-fu grip clutching the air with all the passion an action figure can muster.
"You know it to be true…" Bob rasps in his best Darth impression, wishing he had remembered his Darth Vader Voice Changing Mask to recount this scene in proper fashion. But, hark, gentle reader! Just as he rounds the corner there is a collision of cataclysmic proportion!
Unbeknownst to Bob, Heimy - connoisseur of all things Transformer - was lost in his own fantasy, holding aloft his original Optimus Prime figure while commanding, "Autobots… transform and roll out!"
Oh what fools these two were! The planets were aligned - Mercury was, indeed, in retrograde! The stars shone with sinister cosmic potence that only ancient, faceless globs of tentacles lost in the furthest reaches of space could speak of… but often didn't because of roaming charges.
On this day when Bob and Heimy collided in those fated halls of the Hasbro corporation, the sinister otherworldy power shone down upon them and fused together their beloved toys! As the blinding un-white light faded and vision returned Bob exclaimed, "Hey! You got Transformers in my Star Wars!"
Wherein Heimy responded in kind, "No! You got Star Wars in MY Transformers!"
What they gazed upon was not meant for human eyes… and it is this what I shall share with you now. I warn you, my little lamb, that these images are not for the faint of heart. The dork-o-meter could not measure the epic geeky radiation these convoluted hunks of plastic were giving off:
The article is here, dare you go…
My gawd… what have they done!?
Bob, lover of all things Star Wars, walks down a softly-lit corporate corridor. Clutched in his sweaty palms is a 12" figure of Darth Vader, complete with glowie lightsabre. Through his harrowed mind races his favorite movie scene, where Vader confronts Luke with the knowledge of his paternity test. He raises the figure's hand, it's kung-fu grip clutching the air with all the passion an action figure can muster.
"You know it to be true…" Bob rasps in his best Darth impression, wishing he had remembered his Darth Vader Voice Changing Mask to recount this scene in proper fashion. But, hark, gentle reader! Just as he rounds the corner there is a collision of cataclysmic proportion!
Unbeknownst to Bob, Heimy - connoisseur of all things Transformer - was lost in his own fantasy, holding aloft his original Optimus Prime figure while commanding, "Autobots… transform and roll out!"
Oh what fools these two were! The planets were aligned - Mercury was, indeed, in retrograde! The stars shone with sinister cosmic potence that only ancient, faceless globs of tentacles lost in the furthest reaches of space could speak of… but often didn't because of roaming charges.
On this day when Bob and Heimy collided in those fated halls of the Hasbro corporation, the sinister otherworldy power shone down upon them and fused together their beloved toys! As the blinding un-white light faded and vision returned Bob exclaimed, "Hey! You got Transformers in my Star Wars!"
Wherein Heimy responded in kind, "No! You got Star Wars in MY Transformers!"
What they gazed upon was not meant for human eyes… and it is this what I shall share with you now. I warn you, my little lamb, that these images are not for the faint of heart. The dork-o-meter could not measure the epic geeky radiation these convoluted hunks of plastic were giving off:
The article is here, dare you go…
My gawd… what have they done!?