Action Man! You could throw him out of windows, attach him to fireworks, shoot him with air rifles, put him in sexual positions with your sister's barbie to piss her off, and he would be killed every time.
Legos. ALLLLLLLLL THE WAY. Those little bricks were the S***. I remember working with those things until my little hands were numb, red, and imprinted with hundreds of little dimples. I would miss lunch and dinner to complete my R2D2. Yes. good times. too bad I sold em all to the neighborhood nerd.
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