Depthcahrge: How’d you get back in here?

Rampage: I was outside getting Y2K compliant.  Besides, Devestator was asleep.

Turtalator: Didn’t you know that Y2K is over and that it only affected the RPG boards?

Rampage: No.

TS: Well you should keep up with the times.

Megatron NEO: Well it’s good your not so insane anymore.

Ramapge (eyes lighting up and fingure pointing skyward): I have another theory.  What if CHEETOR is to become Unicron!

Magnus Prime: Ugh!  Not again.

Turtalator: What’s been happening to these boards, looneys from all around!

Jetstorm: Is there no safe place?

Super galvatron: MY message boards!

Black Widdow:  Is it safe?

Mira:  Or does it have a lot of sexist attitude to it?

Cheetah Bot: Yeah, the last time I went there, no one came.  I hate it when that happens.  Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

BRUTICUS: Don’t do that!

Cheetah Bot: Sorry.

Spark Plug: I know, we should all go to the message boards of BOB SKIR!  That way…

Inferno: YOU WILL BURN!!!!!!

Fire balls insue.

Grimlock: That’s one reason why they call him a SPARK plug.  Heh-heh-heh.

SAGE OF HALO: That doesn’t sound like you, Grimlock.

Grimlock: Of course not.  This is all in Rampage’s head.

Depthcharge: WHAT!!!!!

Grimlock: I’m the smart one, remember?

Angel Bot: We need to get out of here.  We need…

Skir Bob: THE RION GIANT!!

Jixie: Shut Up!

Rampage: …and so, Cheetor’s head inflates and it becomes Cybertron’s moon…

Megatron NEO: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  This guy’s nuts!

TIGERHAWK: NO name calling on the message boards!

Optimal Hero: Listen to the owners!  We could shut this board down!

Catwqalk: Yeah! We can!

Super Galvatron: Go ahead!  They can all move to mine!

Catwalk: Er. You have your OWN message board?  Is it as good as this one or is it some cheep kind like SKIR’S?

Devestator: Hey!  Break te fight up or else I’ll shove this 20 foot leg up your (for Black Widdow’s sake) BUTT!

Jetplauge: Please, stop your fighting!

TS: Right.

GRIMLOCK: Me grimlock no like fighting, me grimlock king!

Wheelie: Yeah!

Turtalator: Great, someone impersonating Grimlock again.

GRIMLOCK: No!  Me Grimlock no impersonator, m grimlock the real deal!

Megatron NEO: Yeah right.

Mira:  I’m getting out of here.

Panthor: So what’s been happening?

Everyone throws left over beer cans at him.

Panthor: hey!  I was out all night partying, the last thing I need are more drunks!

Jixie: Who’re you calling a drunk?

Panthorr: Well…

Silence falls which is suddenly broken by:

Rampage: …The matrix is opened, right, then Rattrap opens it and becomes Rattimus Prime!

Kup: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  Must kill Rampage!

Depthcharge: I’m with you!

BRUTICUS: Let’s do it!

Rampage’s body could be seen flying up up and away.

Super Galvatron: Hey!  He landed in my message board!  He’s going to clog it up with nonsense!  You must help me!

PINKY: Narf!

BRAIN: Pinky, this man can help us TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

Snowball: Right On!

STEVEN SPIELBERG: All right, I admit it.  I’m Rampage.

Depthcharge: No your not!  You claimed to be Pinky, Brain, and Snowball, but you weren’t!

STEVEN SPEILBERG: You don’t really know that.

Angel BOT: We sure do, Trivehicus (whatever) said that he was SNOWBLAL!

Steven SPIELBERG: How do you know he wasn’t lying?

Snowball: Because I’m here and talking to you!

Snowball 5: Yeah!

Mighty Morphin Maximal: It’s Morphin Time!

Night Fang: He’s right!  I am TRANSFORMED!

Turtalator: Cool bod.  Much better than this Turtle I’ve got on my back.

Grimlock: Me grimlock agree with you.

Megatron NEO: It appears Grimlock was not Y2K Compliant.

Depthcharge: At least we got rid of that Looney.

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Panthor (leaving): I can't stand you all, I'm gone.

Bumps into CLASSIC CYBERTRON.

Panthor: Hey Classic Cybertron, I wouldn't go in there, their all drunk.

CLASSIC CYBERTRON: Good! I love drunken parties. They don't call me CLASSIC CYBEERTRON for notting...

Panthor shakes his head as he walks towards SG's Message boards.

Panthor walks in the dark.

Panthor: This must be Rampage's doing. Oh-No, I feel a song coming on.  Yesterday, my troubles seemd so far away. Now my troubles seem their here to stay ooh I beleive, yesterday.

Mr BEAN: SUDDENLY!

Panthor: I'm not half the man I used to be. I can sense SHADOW (mark 2) hanging over me.  Ooh...

KA-BOOM! Shadow stands over Panthor's lifeless body with his massive fusion gun smoking.