No, please, put as little thought into my gift as possible.
I forgot my password for FIVE FUCKING MONTHS. I should have remembered it’s my mother’s maiden name and the first name of my first vietnamese hooker.
I Think this is one of those transformers that combine with other transformers that makes a shitty, barely holds together larger transformer. Say what you want about Gobots, but their shit held together.
I like how the bootleggers didn’t bother to even change the fucking sticker sheet.
Don’t be fooled, it’s those CEED assholes again.
Jojo, known for their fine transforming robots.
I don’t even know what the fuck is going on here. At first glimpse, it seems like a cool set with a bunch of shit in it, but then you open it and you get a few little toys and a shitload of styrofoam. Does it become a robot? What are the zip things for. One fucking fist?
If you looked like this in the 80s, you probably got beat up. I think I got beat up wearing the exact same outfit at the bus stop. Nothing says punch me in the gut like a purple izod shirt and chinos from Bradlees.
You know, as opposed to all those non-functional robots your asshole parents got you.
The name really rolls off the tongue, don’t you think?
Probably the best name for a toy, ever.