Another excursion to the
pound shop, to buy this monstrosity -
I think it's meant to be
some sort of Transformer.
This is less 'robots in
disguise', more 'robots in terrible pain'. I'm pretty sure if this
guy had a speech chip, he'd say “please god help me, kill me now,
put me out of my misery.”
I have proof that the
robot is meant to be hideously deformed -
Also, what kind of name is
Knuckle breaker? That's far too Kray twins for my liking. What are
his friends called – Kneecap Smasher and Eyeball Gouger?
He has a pet too -
A cat that I think he's
meant to ride, but which is about the same size as his head, so it
just looks like he's picking the cat up by his muscular thighs -
In case you're wondering, our friend transforms into some kind of plane. But the mister did it then
undid it, and now I can't get him to be a plane again. Never mind,
I'm sure you'll cope.
I don't think the cat has
a name, so I'm going to call him Larry. Fuck it, I'm going to rename
Knuckle Breaker too, because the poor guy deserves a chance in life.
I'm going to call him Malcolm. Malcolm Smytheson.
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