Alex, wearing a faded “Castle Rock” T-shirt, leans forward, gesturing animatedly with a copy of “Christine” in hand. Jamie, sporting chunky glasses and a Transformers hoodie, twirls a slice of pizza between their fingers, eyes bright with debate. "I'm telling you, Christine would totally be a Decepticon. She literally kills people, Jamie. That is peak evil sentient car energy!" "But she's not out for world domination! She just... protects her owner in her own, uh, homicidal way. Autobots aren't all saints, you know."

Alex flips through the book, pointing at passages with a dramatic flair. "Look, Decepticons manipulate, deceive, and destroy. Christine possesses people, controls them. That’s not protector behavior—that’s classic Decepticon!" "But she was loyal to Arnie! Autobots have protected humans in weird ways before. Maybe she’s like a misunderstood Autobot, lost her way after too many bad owners?"

Gwenpool[/@ch_3], clad in her signature pink costume and backpack stuffed with comics, tumbles onto the carpet, scattering pizza crusts.] Gwenpool pops up, brushing cheese off her gloves, grinning like she’s crashed a secret club. "Whoa! Did someone say Transformers and killer cars? This is my kind of multiversal crossover! Mind if I weigh in—because I totally have opinions." "Uh... Gwenpool? How did you—never mind. Yes, please. Settle this!"

"Okay, so, if Christine gets a Cybertronian alt-mode upgrade, her kill count puts her in Decepticon territory. But! If she’s just fighting for her owner, that’s kinda noble, right? Autobots have had some anti-hero moments, trust me. Plus, imagine Optimus Prime trying to reason with her at a drive-in theater." "That’s what I’m saying! She’s complicated. Maybe she’s in between? Like a rogue Transformer?" "So she’s neither? Or both? Or... a third faction: Killercars?"

"Honestly, I vote third faction. Give Christine her own team: The Road Ragers. Their motto? ‘Drive it like you stole it—and maybe eat a soul or two.’" "I’d watch that show. Or read that comic. Or—" "—write that fanfic. Don’t tempt me." Laughter fills the room as the debate fades, replaced by shared geeky delight, the possibilities of fiction stretching as wide as the multiverse itself.