Time is running out for humans, and Klaatu holds all the cards.
A tale of love, dystopia, and robots.
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen. Ah, can’t you see what I mean?
Or as some call it, American Kaiju!
Come on, big guy. Sun’s getting real low.
I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that’s really real.
One hundred percent chance of terror and chills, accompanied by occasional patches of dread.
I know you are but what am I?
Autobots, roll out!
Put a little spice into your life.
How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life.
It’s like déjà vu all over again.
Oh, baby, baby, how were we supposed to know?