My god, what a blast from my childhood…
I actually still have that red-and-blue Shogun Warrior in my room in my parents’ house. And for years, I’ve had no idea what he was or where he came from.
I love when little mysteries like these are solved.
His name, apparently, is Great Mazinga! (With rocket launchers.)
Love it.
“Hey, sweetheart. Wanna come up to my room and see my great mazinga?”
And that line about Godzilla: “Imagine his breath is a blast of fire!”
I’m afraid I’ve dated girls I didn’t have to imagine.
Thanks to Plaid Stallions for the hook-up. A great romp through the past.