Right. A while back I was reading Ash Vs. Skeletor, a glorious bit from X-Entertainment, and I got motivated to do something similar. At first, I tried to mimic X-E's style, but I realized that I couldn't do that, so I did my own thing. It's a... well, it's not really a comic, but it has pictures (well, photos of action figures) and text and it's done in a similar vein.
I know it's stupid and probably not very funny, but it's just supposed to be a silly little thing, and I managed to entertain myself making it, and hopefully you'll be entertained too.
So, bearing all that in mind, I give unto you...
Megastorm: Say, Exhaust, you wanna go see a movie?
Exhaust: Sure. What’s playing?
Megastorm: There’z a new Michael Bay film out called Humans: Age of Holocene.
Exhaust: Bay, eh? How much you wanna bet the film focuses entirely on robots instead of the titular humans?
Megastorm: Well, Ty Burr gave it -200 stars because it wasn't pretentious and artsy, which is higher than he scored Guardians of the Galaxy.
Exhaust: Oh, alright. I guess I could use a laugh. Hey, by the way… what the hell is up with your face, Megs?
Megastorm: I had an accident applying guyliner. I don’t really want to talk about it.
MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE, NOT HERE BUT SOMEWHERE ELSE…
André Calantzopoulos: Ah, I am so fucking evil. You can tell because I have two Cylons as my Imperial Guard.
Cylons: ASYOUCOMANDZZZXZZXZXZ0010000100111010101101100011000100110000101110011011000010111010101110010garble
André: OH HO HO HO! Too right.
Drago Azinovic: Laird Calanti— Calamari— er, no, Cantrip— erm…
André Calantzopoulos: It’s Calantzopoulos, idiot.
Drago: Oh, aye. Och! I remember what I was gunna say...
André: …
Drago: …
André: WELL?!
Drago: Oh! Aye.
Drago: EXHAUST HAS GOTTEN INTO THE STATES!
André: My god…
André: Quickly! Summon Galvatron! Also, why are you shirtless?
Drago: Och, I just came back from my day job as a male prostitute...
Galvatron: BWAH! WHO HAS SUMMONED ME?! BWAH!
André: We did, Almighty Galvatron. We need you to destroy Exhaust.
Galvatron: Bwah! Why? Bwah!
André: <Lie> He said 4e sold better than Pathfinder.
Galvatron: *INARTICULATE RAGE NOISES!*
Galvatron: RAAAAARRRR!!!
Drago: OOOOCCCCHHHH!
André: You bastards! You killed Drago!
Galvatron: GALVATRON SMASH! GALVATRON AWAY!
(He's supposed to be flying, by the way.)
Galvatron: Eei, Cybertron wo hineri-tsubuse!
MEANWHILE, AN ELSEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THERE…
Exhaust: Well, Bay did not disappoint. I absolutely hated that movie.
Megastorm: Yeah, it was pretty shit.
Megastorm: HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT!?!
Galvatron: Washi no kobun ni naran noka!
Exhaust: Huh?
Galvatron: Prepare to die, Pathfucker!
Exhaust: Oh, it’s just some crazy French person.
Galvatron: Fight me, Hitler-spawn!
Exhaust: He just pulled a Godwin! Alright, it’s time to put the beat down on yo foo’ ass!
Exhaust: And like any good Pokémon trainer, I shall send only my Pokémon into danger! So, with that in mind, I choose…
Exhaust: MEGASTORM!
Megastorm: Wait, what? Oh, well, I need to punch something to get the taste of Bay out of my mouth.
SFX: Tsche-chu-chu-chu-tsche!
Megastorm: Check it! Tank mode, bitches! And yes, it does say “BIG STICK” on my massive shaft!
Galvatron: Oh rlly?
SFX: Tsche-chu-chu-chu-tsche!
Galvatron: Behold! I turn into a tank/turret/space thing!
Megastorm: Okay, then! It’s gonna be battle of the ag—
SFX: BLAMMO!
Megastorm: ...aw, hell...
Galvatron: Ahhahahaha! Is that all you got? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT? BRING IT, MAH MUGGA!
Exhaust: KHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!! Shit, man, he owed me thirty shanix!
Exhaust: Okay, Galvatron! You officially messed with the wrong Lancia “Group 5” Stratos Turbo! Prepare yourself…
Exhaust: … for my greatest spell! I CAST…
Exhaust: THE OTHER SHOE DROPS!
SFX: SPLAT!
Galvatron: O! A hit! A very palpable hit! Zounds, I am slain!
Exhaust: I win, mugga!
MEANWHILE YET AGAIN, SOMEWHERE ELSE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM THE PREVIOUS TWO WHERES…
Bertrand Bonvin: Lord André! My Little Pony hasn’t been renewed for another season!
André: NOOOOOOOOO!!!1!
Bertrand: Oh, and Galvatron failed. Exhaust lives still.
André: Shit! I am not a happy meal! Very well. We must tell the Chairman, who is scheduled to parasitically rape my head any minute now.
André: Ahhh… Right on time.
Louis C. Camilleri: NYALGRATHORP FGHTANG THULUKHAN MYAGORP THBBBTT! OH HO HO HO!
To possibly be continued. Or maybe not. You can never rely on some people, can you?