My mind once convinced me that my car was actually a transformer. I named it Charlie. Charlie and I had a lot of fun times, but he would never show me his robot form. This made me sad. But Charlie was a good friend, so I was glad. We shared a lot of good times, like when he thought my unappropriated rubbing had given him some rash, when really, he was just rusting. Sadly, my mind came to the sad realization that Charlie was, and always will be, just a fricken station wagon. So I transformed into a jet and blasted off to adventure!