We are really stretching things this week. The official site hasn't updated again and Blinky is wrapped in a pizza, so I have - sigh - been forced to ask the Insecticons for questions.

They were rather less than helpful.

Q: What's love got to do with it?
A: With what? With this page? Last week, love had everything to do with it. This week it's more a thinly-veiled annoyance with all things insectoid.

Q: Do they know it's Christmas?
A: If they think it's Christmas, they are three months early.

Q: Who'll stop the rain?
A: That would be Parasoltron, the umbrella-former.

Q: War. What is is good for?
A: Ratings. The series wouldn't be interesting if the Autobots and Decepticons just sat around and talked about dating. That's what fanfiction is for.

Q: Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
A: I do not know the name of that man, but I once shook his hand.

Q: Who's that girl?
A: That is Wayward. She is watching Superlink and cheering every time Shockwave appears.

Q: Who wants to live forever?
A: Most people, but Starscream seems to be the most successful at it.

Q: Who let the dogs out?
A: Someone with no respect for leash laws.

Q: Do ya think I'm sexy?
A: Primus, no.

Q: How soon is now?
A: Finally! A question relevant to my ... blast, this is another song title, isn't it?

And here are questions sent straight to the Insecticons:

Q: How does it make you feel to be answering these questions all of the time?
A: Well, it does get in the way of my real work, but at least you humans sending in questions always listened to me. The Autobots didn't until I proved I could change time. Maybe they're afraid I'll kill their grandfathers if I get annoyed enough with them.

Q: Do you know the secret of Monkey Island? If so, what is it?
A: Many of the monkeys are actually lemurs in costumes.