Fucking Comics: Transformers #10 Part 2: Robots In Disgrace
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So our story begins at the G.B. Blackrock Aerospace plant (fuck, I just realized I’m going to have to explain more shit now, G.B. Blackrock is this rich guy who owns a lot of industrial and fuel plants, the Decepticons took over them in previous issues. Or something.) Where Shockwave is mocking the head of Optimus Prime.
See Shockwave is pretty fucking proud of himself for being able to exploit the head of the Autobot leader in creating the next generation of Decepticons. There’s a lot of masturbatory techno-babble about how Transformers are brought to life, it involves a small cube full of circles that gets enlarged with a bunch of lasers or something lame like that. Apparently the best way to make an army of sentient robots is to defy all the laws of physics. Yeah, robots that defy the laws of physics. Hey, don’t look at me, I’m just telling you what I read.
The robots he brings to life he calls the Constructicons, who are six Decepticons that transform in to construction vehicles (if their name wasn’t that obvious for you) The six robots also combine into one big robot too, which you’ll see later in this issue. It’s not as impressive as it sounds. I will have to say that |
| So the most menacing name they could come up for with this guy was "Hook"? I guess the originality well ran dry after they came up with "Long Haul" and "Mixmaster" for names. |
the funniest thing about this is that the one that turns into the dump truck is the crotch to the big robot. So yes, there is a Transformer out there that can transform into a crotch.
Anyway, Shockwave sends the Constructicons off on their mission, and Optimus Prime is left to reflect upon the danger he has inflicted on the planet. Yeah, way to go you douche bag.
We then cut to the Ark (which is the Autobot ship that crash landed on Earth 4 million years in the past and became the Autobots base on Earth.) where in-term Autobot |
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| Okay, why the fuck do you have lips for? Your a fucking robot! |
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leader Prowl (who has been in charge since the Autobots were reactivated after a short period in which the Decepticons took over their.. ah for fucks sake...) shows industrialist G.B. Blackrock around the base (he became partners in the previous issue, which featured a woman who wears a tinfoil bikini and fires lightening bolts… Yeah, don’t ask)
Of course like the typical industrialist, Blackrock is thinking how much money he could make if he exploits his partners advanced technology. I wouldn’t hang off this as much of a plot thread, because this is the first and last time the writer shows us a greedy site to the G.B. Blackrock character. That’s one thing you have to remember about these old Transformer comics. Most peoples characters are usually presented by saying something like “My name is so-and-so, I have a laser cannon and I’m homesick!” and that’s all that usually passes for character development.
They end up in the repair bay where they see Jazz getting his arm repaired (he was injured in the previous issue and.. Ah fuck, I’m doing it again) when they note on the status of Sunstreaker, a severely |
| And the number one reason why you shouldn't bring the CEO of a multimillion dollar energy conglomorate into your alien shuttle is.... |
damaged Autobot (who was injured in.. Wait, they weren’t really clear on that one. Wait a fucking second, what the hell happened to Sunstreaker? I’M ALWAYS THE LAST ONE TO LEARN ABOUT THESE THINGS! FUCK!) Jazz says something about how even their war has casualties (moral message alert!)
Prowl then introduces Blackrock to Huffer, who is a pink and yellow Autobot who can turn into a truck. Oh, by the way, Huffer is also the character the writer, Bob Budainsky, decides to focus on in this issue. Let’s forget about someone more interesting, like Jazz who is a jive talking music lover, or Ironhide who is a total redneck. Let’s pick the little piece of shit truck that whines and is home sick all the time. There’s a good and exciting character for kids at home to read about! Let's take the most depressing, pathetic, annoying, and ugliest character and showcase them in his own issue!
Huffer is trying to repair the Autobots ultra-frequency monitor (whatever the fuck that is), when Prowl asks him what he’s doing, he goes on about how he’s trying to contact Cybertron, and the best he can do is pull up a holographic image of their beloved home planet. Wow, you know what Huffer? That’s fucking pathetic. |
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| Why is it all the Autobots sound like they have psychological disorders. |
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You're a failure. I mean to do something like that is comparable to a total metrosexual stud going out and trying to get laid, but then only accomplishing downloading a bunch of porn off the internet. And it's that really bad amateur porn where the camera is shaking around so much you see peoples knee caps and elbows more often than you see any actual sex.
After Prowl is finished humoring Huffer, he shows Blackrock the headless body of their leader Optimus Prime. Blackrock comments about how it’s freaky, and I’m inclined to agree. I mean, what sort of fucking solider's are these guys? I mean when you suffer from such a bad case of separation anxiety that you have to keep your former commanders headless body hanging around in the main lobby for people to see?
Sweet fucking hell! I mean, it’s no wonder why the Autobots always had a fucking problem winning their war with the Decepticons. That is a distinct tactical deficiency when you can’t even function properly when your leader is gone. That’s the most pathetic thing about the Autobots, “Oh, Optimus Prime is dead/missing/getting some, we’re going to lose the war for sure now!” Fuck. If I was Prime, I’d tell these losers to go fuck themselves and join a faction with some balls. The Autobots are fucking pussies. |
| You think that's creepy? Last night I caught Windcharger trying to mount the damn thing. I think I found out where his name came from. |
In talking about how FUCKING CREEPY it is to have the body of your leader kicking around, it somehow reminds Blackrock that he has a phone hook up in his plants that allow him to dial in and listen over the phone without the receiver being picked up. I don’t know how thinking about a headless body will conjure up this though, but I get the feeling whatever story is behind that probably involves a dead hooker being buried out by a train yard or something.
Prowl then commands Huffer to set up a phone hook up when suddenly Bumblebee calls in, (Bumblebee is the one that turns into a Volkswagen), he’s been spying on the aerospace plant (because what says inconspicuous than a yellow Volkswagen beetle?) and he's seeing some movement. The Decepticon, Laserbeak has flown out of the base and dropped some bombs that has makes all the vehicles and equipment of the army entourage (Who have been waiting outside the plant since it was taken over in issue number who-the-fuck-cares) melt. |
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| Ah yes, what every avid comic book reader waits in longing for: The action packed diner small talk scenes! This is the type of stuff Stan Lee wanted our pulses to pound for. |
So it's a bomb that melts metal.
So, how can the metal melting bomb be held in metal bomb casing? How come it doesn't effect Laserbeak or the Constructicons who use the smoke and melting army vehicles to escape? Even further to that, why aren't the metal fragments in the ground melting? And if I'm going to look into it this far, why isn't the iron in the soldiers blood melting? Huh? What the fuck. I'm starting feel like the writer is insulting my intelligence here.
After this whole event occurs, Prowl tells Bumblebee to follow the Constructicons and that he is sending reinforcements to help him. Prowl also decides to send Huffer along, because apparently the Autobot army going to fight a new menace needs a depressing home sick loser.
Inside the Aerospace plant however, Shockwave gloats about his next creation, the super jet he will name Jetfire. Little does he know that Prime doesn't have the Matrix program anymore. Prime transferred that to Buster Wittwicky, the Autobot's human friend back in issue #6, and nobody has bothered to notice yet.
Speaking of Buster, let's take a look at what he's up to. He's getting home with his father, Sparkplug who has just been released from the hospital (he's been in there since the Autobots gave him a heart attack back in issue #4. Yeah, the good guys gave a human a heart attack by shooting at him. Because they're caring like that.) Sparkplug is ready to fix cars but when he opens his garage he finds all the repair jobs waiting for him are gone, that Buster repaired them for him.
See, since Buster got the Matrix, he's been able to control metal with his mind. And instead of doing something good with it, like, oh say, stop a giant robot invasion, he's been using this power to fix cars.
Now if you don't think that's such hot shit, wait until you see our other main character in this issue. For that, our writer takes us to a truck stop in southern Idaho, where the Bomber Bill pulls into his favorite truck stop.
Yeah, so our human element is a guy named Bomber Bill. He's a pot bellied trucker who wears a ugly vest and has a mullet. He looks like the kind of guy who will wake up after an all night bender and drink the piss warm, flat beer that he was also using as an ashtray first thing in the morning. I'm also thinking he's possibly the kind of guy who's family tree mostly resembles a stump.
Now if you like your rousing conversation, I direct you to the second panel of the 11th page of this comic book. One can really live the trucker experience by following the dialogue here. One can totally appreciate the rich dialogue, and the exciting action as Bomber Bill orders a plat of t-bone & tatters, drowned in what Bomber Bill calls "that heavenly gravy"
Why do I get the feeling that gravy is possibly Bomber Bill's favorite food group. I also think that perhaps what makes the gravy so heavenly is all the rich flavoring a gravy can get when it's probably prepared by a fat, sweaty, hairy guy in a paper hat.
After making his order, Ethel recommends a pot of black coffee to wash down his meal. Ethel then comments about how Bomber Bill hasn't been around these parts for so long. I really have to wonder how awful people are in Southern Idaho if your sitting around wondering where a fat slob like Bomber Bill has been.
Bomber Bill tells us that he's been on the road for eight days straight, with his pedal to the metal and didn't put on the breaks, putting on a whopping 12,000 miles on Bessie (yeah, he named his truck Bessie.) Now I don't know about you reading this at home, but if a guy traveled 12,000 miles in a big rig at full speed without using breaks, I highly doubt he'd be eating t-bone and mash at some shit hole diner. I figure he'd BE the t-bone and mash on some coroners table.
Why has Bomber Bill been blatantly reckless? Because he is on his way home, and he plans to be there before sunrise. He then pulls out his wallet and shows a picture of his kids. Yes folks, you bought this comic book hoping to read about robots blowing the shit out of each other, and instead you've gotten a over weight trucker talking to a waitress about his kids and showing pictures. This book certainly knows how to keep it's audience turning those pages. Turning the pages to FIND SOMETHING INTERESTING TO READ!
While this exchange is going on, outside the Constructicons show up, are we finally going to see some action? Don't hold your breath. They show up and steal all the trucks in the parking lot, and trash the diner. Somehow, a bunch of normal sized construction vehicles can steal seven big rigs, tailors and all. And somehow two of which can fit in the back of a dump truck.
Well Bomber Bill isn't going to have any of this, and instead of accepting the fact that his truck has been stolen and call the police or something, he decides to go after the truck thieves. Because apparently, that is the logical course of action. But to his credit (if you want to call it that) it's not like they make you take an intelligence test to be a truck driver. Far as I can tell, all you need to know how to know is how to drive and revoltingly unappealing. |