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Jim Bowen was a cruel man and now you can be like him.

Here we see the typical rallying cry of the fledging Decepticon political movement, inspired by the miner, Megatron of Tarn. But wait, is there more than meets the eye?

Exasperation on a shirt.

Whispered secrets of a shattered age, I summon you, renew this aspiring sage.

A deep statement about preservation and the fleeting nature of existence or just a warning from a video game save menu? I'll never tell.

They are real Americans, fight for the rights of every man.

Each Blackrock GP racecar truly has a heart and a soul and will transform into a giant robot and stomp you if you try and over-take it under yellow flags, so you mind yourself, ok?

Sometimes you just have to let people know.

Any suggestion that this is related to a popular super-hero film is totally ridiculous.

Buying this is practically a public service.

Celebrate Dion Dublin, pro footballer, inventor of the Dube and catchphrase wielding TV housing expert, somehow.

Celebrate Dion Dublin, footballer, inventor of the Dube and catchphrase making TV housing expert.

Words to live by. Words to not die by.

I hope you like people staring at your chest!

Not the shirt. You. Please do not wear if you've got metal pins in your leg or whatever because that would be lying and you're better than that. Yes, you are.

Dark variant for those who like bright colours in these hard times.

That'll hold up in court, right? We've all been there though. Just living our life and then suddenly an ancient Egyptian deity is in your head calling the shots. I'm not sure it's quite apparent in the previews, but there are white "interference" lines in the black drop shadow. Just don't want anyone thinking it's a printing error.

In on one of those puns before Becky Lynch.

It's like Beast Wars but about 30% more, uh... gnarly?

Well, that naming convention broke down.

For when all rational phrases fail you.

They're astonishing! Amazing! And yet I don't trust them.

Who can even afford champagne these days?

Broca Beach has everything a tropical resort town like Miami might offer, all with the benefit of not having to leave New England. (Please ignore the icicles on the plastic palm trees, they will melt eventually).

Words to live (and die) by.

Rocketing to a spinner rack in a galaxy near you soon. Ish. Maybe.

"Building a better you, for a better tomorrow." Trust us, there's nothing sinister going on here, mister.

Dignity is the right of all sentient beings.

When a spark comes online, there is great joy. When it is extinguished... the universe weeps.

This criminal is dangerous! If you see him, do not approach. Report it to the nearest Cybertronian security officer.

Extensive Enterprises finances a wide range of cutting edge projects designed to subvert human civilisation on behalf of Cobr-- er, I mean, we support nice things, like puppies and chocolate. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Nice.

So new and yet so old.

Seven titans of justice, like some kind of Justice... Group. Justice Association? Eh, we'll sort the name later.

Only those close will know the real you.

While on a walking holiday of western Oregon, I happened upon the shack of a native. Besieged by the inclement weather, I pounded on their door, seeking shelter. A wizened, though not necessarily wise, old man opened it and hurried me in. Seeing my bedraggled state, he offered me a share of the soup he was warming by a paraffin heater. I readily agreed and upon being served a bowl of the thick red liquid, I hungrily slurped down spoonful after spoonful. It was only as I finished that I noticed the old man hadn't served any for himself and simply watched me with a bemusement usually reserved for children seeing their first tapir at a zoo. My face betrayed my sudden discomfort and with an almost eerie level of calm, he said to me...