transformers in sam witwicky’s yard

Zinnn, whum!

“What da hell!” I exclaimed, flying out of my sofa as all appliances and electronics gave up di ghost.

I moved quickly to my living-room window and door to see what had happened outside. It sounded like Transformers and Optimus Prime had landed in my front yaad or di military had finally decided to launch the nuke on Seaview Gardens and wipe us off the map.

As I looked outside, curtains were being drawn and doors, windows and every entrance of my neighbours’ homes were being opened as everyone wanted to know “what da hell was dat?”

Within a few seconds word came from the next pathway over, that a man had thrown a wire on the high tension line.

“Yuh seh wah”

“Di high tension line”

“Him a idiot”

“Den nuh mus, yuh caan trow wire pan high tension line?”

“Him dead?”