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After several weeks of pouring through asinine and utterly pointless designs, as well as trite poetry that fails miserably at being witty, Megatron has finally decided on the invitations for Sarah's housewarming party (which he's still not sure what that is exactly, but whatever). He's decided to design his own and has placed his custom order with directions to mail the ones to the human invitees directly from the factory. Mail by UPS, since they are far too big for the US Postal Service to deliver. The rest will be sent to the base and left at the command center for the mechs who are friends of Sarah to pick up.




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The invitations are finished and should arrive soon.  I never want to go through this again.  What a complete nightmare.