Twas the night before Christmas and on the metal planet
Not a creature was stirring, not even a petrorabbit
Stockings were hung by the air vents with care
In hopes the prime Optimus would soon be there
The air ducts rattled with exclamations of “FUCK!!!”
But what would emerge was not the jolly truck
A helm with one optic crash into the room
All cybertronians know tis the mech whom
Goes by the name of the Christmas Grinch
But in all actuality it’s just the Whirl binch
He broke through the cieling and tore down the tree
He stole all the presents with the utmost of glee
Then to the kitchen to eat every ration
Then putting on the stockings for a small bit of fashion
Then into the berthrooms he slunk and he slithered
Trying and failing to imitate a lizard
He pulled out some gasoline and set the room on fire
And he stood back and watched as the flames went higher.
Then back to the air ducts to find some good cover
Awaiting a reflex response from the other
Cyclonus awoke to a startling sight
His entire frame surrounded by scorching light
And he knew who the culprit may be
He crashed through the walls
And the flame decked halls
Tearing his way to the vent
To kill the source of his woes
and the culprit caught red handed
And wrung out Whirl’s long ass neck and killed a binch
But didn’t really kill da binch cause that’s not how he rolls
Optimus: “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-”
Whirl: “FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”