I only had a generic, gold robot that I got from the dollar store.

When I was 7, I finally got my hands on a G.I. Joe. But for one reason or another, he bored me. I suppose I thought he wasn't yet "cool".

To remedy this situation of un-awesomeness, I tore him apart. I replaced his head with one I stole from my neighbor's Electra figurine. I then took an arm from one of my sister's Barbie dolls and stuck it on Joe's empty crotch.

Now complete, I showed him to my father.


And back to my golden, generic robot I was forced.