A note from the author: Curse those plot bunnies! They bite hard and make me write weird stuff. This is really short, too... Didn't really intend for it to be long.

I actually got the idea for this when my uncle tricked my grandmother into doing the same thing.

Transformers don't belong to me. If they did, I would probably be rich.


"Do you think he'd actually do it?" Jazz whispered to Bumblebee.

"I don't know… Try it and see," his yellow friend responded.

"Hey Optimus… Read this!" Jazz said as he held out a white board where he had written a very odd sentence.

Optimus stared at it a moment before looking up at him with a "You-Gotta-Be-Kidding-Me" look. "And?"

"No… Read it out loud!" Jazz instructed.

"Jazz, this doesn't even make any sense," Optimus protested as he returned his gaze to the white board.

"Come on, Optimus! Just read it!" Bumblebee pleaded.

Optimus sighed. "I am sofa king retarded," he read.

Immediately, Jazz and Bumblebee burst into laughter, to the confusion of their leader. Ironhide was sitting not too far away from them, trying to choke back laughter himself, while Ratchet just rolled his optics.

"I still don't get it. What's so funny about-" Optimus froze with a look of shock as he suddenly got the joke. He glared at Jazz and smacked him upside the head.

"I got Optimus to say a bad word!" he said proudly as Bumblebee gave him a high five.

"Congratulations. We're all so happy for you," Optimus grumbled as he went off to sulk about it.