Transformers: The Last Knight Page #4

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get in here?

My lord,

that weird thing

we've been waiting for

1,600 years to happen...

I think it's really

happening this time!

The knight has arrived.

The talisman

has been bestowed.

At last, cogman.

It begins.

Mine!

Yes!

Okay. Thanks.

Whew!

Wembly!

I was quite open.

There's a reason

why you're always open.

There's a reason

you're always single.

What?

What?

Idiot.

Oh, god. Okay.

So late, so late, so late.

484 ce. A desperate

last stand between

civilization and barbarism.

Two worlds colliding.

Only one survives.

Lancelot. Percival.

King Arthur.

Honorable men.

Brave, muscles sinewed,

sweat glistening

off their bodies.

A few brave men

who were willing to

sacrifice all for victory.

Sound too good

to be true, poppy?

Because it's horseshit.

Arthur.

A likely composite

of a Roman general

and a Celtic king.

Our dragon.

Just a medieval catapult.

And then we have Merlin,

our kingmaker.

Probably never existed.

The question is,

why? Why do we tell

ourselves these stories?

Other than the fact

that dragons are wicked.

It's because

we want to believe.

Believe that we can be

heroes in our own lives.

When all seems lost,

a few brave souls, us,

can save everything

we've ever known.

Or is it just the dragons?

Well,

it won't be much longer

now, old friend.

Signs of the end

are all around us.

You know what to do,

don't you?

We must rebuild my home.

There is a way

to heal your world.

My power of creation,

the staff,

was stolen from me by

my 12 guardian knights.

They betrayed me

and hid it on earth.

Gave it to

your precious humans.

The staff is the only way

to bring life

back to cybertron.

You are going

to find it for me.

Do you seek redemption,

prime?

Do you?

My maker,

I do.

No fear. No hate.

No anger.

No fear. No hate.

No anger.

Get off, you maggot!

I will kill you,

flying rat!

He's very little.

Very tiring.

Losing our heads

sitting around here.

So tired of hiding.

Oh, hey, chief!

Wow, nice... ow.

God!

Nice horse you got there.

You're really getting into

this whole Indian thing, huh?

Don't call me chief.

My name is sherman.

Aren't you

the tribal chief?

Yeah. But from you

it sounds...

I don't know,

vaguely racist.

My cruiser got stolen.

What?

Again.

That's terrible!

You know what?

Sh*t's getting

out of control.

There's crime

going on everywhere!

A bunch of my stuff

got stolen.

Cut the sh*t, Cade...

And get me my car back.

Booyah! Big time.

Been holding that one

in for a while.

Damn, forgot about

that cluster bomb.

Yo!

What's

your problem, dude?

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