Transcription:Micro Machine Man's Life

Micro Machine’s Man here to tell you about the genuine original marvelous majestic Micro Machines Street Zapper colossal collection.

Make these cars zoom and vroom, veer and steer, jump and bump, flip and fly.

Micro Machine’s Man use to own a 1965 Mustang convertible, but his wickedly witch defying wife took it and everything he owned in a shockingly sadistic divorce proceeding that yours truly emasculated devoid of testicles, nada, nothing but an endless empty scrotum swinging, swaying between his legs.

Like a fortentuous pendulum tick-tock ticking away the fleeting remains of yesterdays youth, vim and vigor.

Yes the sea cow from the black hole of despair married Micro Machine’s Man, not for the everlasting promise of eternal tunticlin but for more and some more that only a sick sad succubus could inflict on a rapidly balding butthead with poor potential prospects. I’ll never see my kids again!

Tonight’s the night of nights when a ridged Remington rifle barrel gets renetically filleted And brain matter goes splitter splatter in the big blanket of dim, dark, darkness give cold comfort to a broken bitter bastard.

One more pointless product you can’t take to the grave. By Galoob!