Micro Machines Man in “Unfinished Business”

Micro Machines Man here to tell you about the genuine, original, marvelously majestic micro machines collection. Make these cars zoom and vroom, veer and sneer, jump and bump. Micro Machines Man used to own a mustang convertible, but his wicked witchifing wife took it and everything he owned in a divorce proceeding that left yours truly emasculated, devoid of testicles, but an empty scrotum swinging between his legs, like a portentous pendulum tick-tock ticking away the remains of yesterday's youth and vigor. Yes, the sea cow from the black hole married Micro Machines Man not for the promise of eternal tongue tickling, but for an amorphous amore only a succubus could inflict on a balding butthead with poor prospects. I'll never see my kids again. Tonight's the night when a rigid Remington rifle barrel gets frenetically fellated and brain matter goes splatter and the big blanket of darkness gives cold comfort to a broken bastard. For a product you can't take with you to the grave, brought to you by Galoob.