Alas, poor Astrotrain – I knew him a little! He used to live in my uncle’s basement with his pet rats, smelling like fire and rubbing alcohol; stumbling around in the dark, trying to fix my uncle’s bikes to earn his keep. Those were better days.
But the times have changed – the seasons turned, and now he’s dead. Heartbreak, they say. I’ll never forget the day he tried to take me to a baseball game but couldn’t find his way out of my uncle’s basement. This world wasn’t meant for someone as beautiful as him!
Now comes the hard part: moving on. I’ve been grieving since I first heard the news of his passing and have only recently been able to…what the hell?!
Astrotrain! But – but you’re supposed to be…! How is this possible?
No! What are you doing? Put that down! Stop! Don’t chew on that! Wait, I – I can explain! It was Bucket! It was all that bastard Charles Rochester Bucket’s idea – I swear to you! Please, you must have mercy! No! Nn–
(editors note: due to my retardation you are to read this in a Memento-esque style, NOW LOOK AT THE PICTURE UP ABOVE- sherwood)
(editors note 2, pretty avant garde!)