The Garage...
Early Morning...The Garage, one place that is not often trekked by those faint of heart. The toys that dwell here are not kind to intruders and won't even consider speaking to you if you weren't a machine-type. And even then you had to be of sturdy construction and not like those of the robotic block persuasion. The toys here liked to fight and had even set up a fighting ring in the center where they all gathered once a week to see who the strongest toy is.
The garage wasn't used as frequently as it had been with the owner alive. He would drive his car to work and back every day they would be forced to clean up before he got back or else they would reveal themselves. Needless to say they never did, and continued on full-steam ahead after the announcement that the man was dead, now holding the match all day and all night long. They were even able to erect structures for when people wanted a break or just wanted a place to talk that wasn't out in the 'open'.
Optimus, in his quest to recruit more machine-type toys, would journey to see these matches and try to participate, although he was never allowed because of his outsider status. Fortunately he was still a machine so that made him far more tolerable to those in the giant room than, say, an Obama action figure. Cyborgs were only slightly more excepted than outsiders and androids were just asking to get pummeled if they took a single step inside the haven of machines.
He turned his attention toward the fighting ring and saw it in use. It appeared that today was the sanctioned match day. So, strolling up to the large (in toy standards) arena, he entered and sat in one of the open seats to watch two toys duke it out. He wasn't going to interrupt, but he would have to find a way to get there earlier otherwise he would never be able to participate and earn their respect.