Coffee Break 3/28/2011
You’re all doomed!
When I was seven, I played with the Transformers Head Master, Hardhead, like he was a badass Autobot soldier. He always beat the hell out of Ramjet, Kickback and any other scrub Decepticon that wasn’t Galvatron.
Thanks to the Internet, I now know this is completely untrue.
He has more in common with a drunk uncle than he does a staunch defender of Fortress Maximus.
