To give a little history on this subject, my bro & I had amassed quite an impressive army of these little guys. Only to one day, fall victim to complete M.U.S.C.L.E genocide. When I was 6-7 yrs. old, we were in a really bad car accident with my Mom, leaving our grandparents house for Thanksgiving. Our Muscle-y fellows accompanied us on many trips, as they were easy to transport, due to their compact size. Well, as we were rescued from the wreckage, and all walked away relatively unscathed, our MUSCLE collection perished in a fire-y death on the side of the freeway, along with my Mom's Volkswagon. The firemen(damn them at the time) wouldn't let us near the catastrophe. Crying & watching them all go up in smoke, felt more painful inside, than being at the hospital later, and being forced to pee in a weird bottle, in front of a doctor & female nurse, who were checking us for internal injuries. We did however, have the M.U.S.C.L.E Nintendo game to tide us over the next couple weeks, as we mourned our fallen soldiers.
(Fun Fact- There is a nice hole in the ozone layer right outside Pittsburgh, due to the amount of shitty toy rubber that burned up on the freeway, that fateful day.)
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