"My creations possess true elegance, Unicron! Yours are... crude!" Primus boomed, his form radiating indignation. "Crude? They have function, brother, unlike your overly complex trinkets!" Unicron retorted, his dark energy swirling menacingly. "Your latest star-seed was an utter failure!" Primodron sighed. Her siblings were at it again yet utterly exasperating, bickering over their latest attempts at creating sentient life. This wasn't about galaxies; it was about who was the better creator.
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