Scorponok: Cybertron/Visit/Font

Halloween gift-givers encounter the real-visage/consciousness manifestation of a robot-toy they circulate for a harvest-thesis.

Scorponok (Transformers) fanfiction. 

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It was a nice day (Saturday) in Autumn, and our three patriot-protagonists, Amlan and Ezzy and Marcus, were costumed in Halloween-season gear distributing a special robot multi-changer toy, a scorpion-devil character from cartoons/movies who mechanically shape-shifted between a scorpion with lasers, a mega-fortress for his evil army, and a standing large impressive warrior-robot. This 'scorpion' toy captured a harvest-seasons paranoia or superstitions view of the Earth scavenging woes in times of famine/depression, which is why our three patriot youth-gift distributors, wealthy American of the modern Homeland (Earth) found it symbolic to perform their special community spirit deed in a small town in New England (Thetford).

AMLAN: These Scorponok toys are great and catch our Halloween visages.

EZZY: Something to do with the money we made on Wall-St., friends.

MARCUS: Thetford's the good-mark for Earth (American Homeland) image!

AMLAN: We'll distribute the robot-transformer toys in our masks (ha).

EZZY: Facebook-like!

The toys really were nice. They were the right color and tone and aura for harvest-superstitions storytelling for the young students of New England, that small town of Thetford, where we find our three protagonist patriots, Halloween season costumed/geared gift-givers for that old pumpkin-season of candylands and festive street-traffic for ornamental consciousness, post-Summer in the American Homeland (Selfie-like).

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: What the hell are you, specter?
SCORPONOK: Behold, I'm the real Scorponok, heroes.

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: You're real...alive?
SCORPONOK: I actually hail from a robotics-planet called Cybertron, fools!

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: You mean to challenge our festive-gift messages?

SCORPONOK: Since you found it fit to use me as a gift-bag, I challenge.

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: We feel the scorpion/metropolis symbolism is IQ!

SCORPONOK: Can your Earthling 'universe' handle the weight of harvest?

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: We mean to think you're only a Devil's Advocate.

SCORPONOK: Why should I self-exile/depart from your Thetford-town?

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: Well, are we diplomats of (American) shoes, devil?

SCORPONOK: Maybe you are...very-well, I depart, but keep alien secrets.

AMLAN/EZZY/MARCUS: Farewell, scorpion from the dark-side of query!

SCORPONOK: Good chess.

Our three patriots, Amlan and Ezzy and Marcus, cheered-on their American Homeland small-town (New England) stand against the adversarial real-present Scorponok, a specter from the dark-side of passages, with a Thetford plate of powdery doughnut-holes, knowing that the coming Thanksgiving-Xmas double-holiday would bring more chance for festive human languages of outright social media culture 'friendly' field goals (for the mind).

AMLAN: I think of the horrifying Notre Dame fire, friends.

EZZY: Look forward to great Earth cleats, like Notre Dame TV, Amlan love.

MARCUS: This is our universe of incomplete-docs (for the mind!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)