GI Joe. I used to sneak around the factory where my dads office was when I was a kid. In the middle of one of the foundries was a metalurgy lab with big fuckoff microscopes, huge stockpiles of chemicles and beakers/flasks and centerfuges etc of every shape and size. Kids HEAVEN. While doing my best to blow myself up (almost did, two times: do not drop pure sodium in water, bad) I discovered a whole room with acids and reagents.
My friend carl had a killer collection of GI Joes, and we tortured, melted and otherwise did nasty bits to many a penis-free war hero.
My friend carl had a killer collection of GI Joes, and we tortured, melted and otherwise did nasty bits to many a penis-free war hero.