Optimus and his Superfriends were watching a soap opera when the news interrupted the program, telling the heroes of the death of Lonesome George, the last-ever Pinta Island tortoise in the world.

FIRESTORM: I can't believe this is happening!

ISAAC: Megatron killed him!

OPTIMUS PRIME: We can deal with that later.

MATER: Sure? There ain't nothin' but his death.

Meanwhile, at the LOD HQ, as the roster expanded...

MEGATRON: We are victorious! Lonesome George is dead! Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!

QUEEN BERYL: Now, will you marry me?

MEGATRON: Oh, yes, my love, the roster has expanded! Bane and his own legion joined us!

QUEEN BERYL: Phantom, sing the Music of the Night for me.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ... Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ... Silently the senses abandon thier defences ... Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ... Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ... Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night ... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before ... Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ... Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul Take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me ... Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ... You alone can make my song take flight - help me make the music of the night ...

MEGATRON: Good! Well done!

KOMPLEX: Very good, Eric.

Meanwhile, at the funeral of Lonesome George...

OPTIMUS PRIME: Farewell, my good friend. Farewell.

BUCKY O'HARE: We lost.

OPTIMUS PRIME: Not yet, Bucky. Not yet.

VYTOR: They have gone to far.

OPTIMUS PRIME: Yes, Vytor. We can try again to save another creature one day.;.

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