by Stanley Lui

	"Your tyranny is at an end, Megatron!" thundered Optimus
Prime, the great Autobot leader.  "Your next move will be your last!"
	"Don't be a fool, Prime!  My victory will ensure a stable and
peaceful universe, led by my Decepticons!"
	Prime mumbled something.
	"What?!" Megatron roared, apparently not believing his audio
receptors.  "What did you call me?!"
	"A brain-dead meglomaniac....and Meggy"
	"If you think I'm going to take that without retaliation--"
	"Go on then!  Come on, you bucket of bolts, retaliate -- I
dare you!"
	"Alright then!  You asked for it!"
	A blur of motion.  Half a minute of silense passes by.
	"What, that was it?!"
	"What's that supposed to mean?"
	"Well, is that the best you could do?"
	"And I suppose you could have done better?"
	"With most of my circuits fried into silicon dust.  Your
countermove sucked."
	"No more than that last so-called 'strategy' of yours.  You
call that planning?  Bruticus could plan a better bridal shower!"
	"Hey, I nearly had you with that one."
	"Did not!"
	"Did too!"
	"Look, Prime, are you going to move or not?"
	Sighing in semi-resignation, Prime looked glumly at the
chessboard with its remaining pieces - two kings - and thought fondly
of his next move, Megatron's defeat, and the good old days back when
the war was still on.