Man/Beast

Yesterday Cambel went to McDonald's with a friend. In his happy meal he received this strange toy--half man, half gray beast (with a hip apparently out of socket and requiring surgery in the near future). (His gargantuan deformed arm calls to mind a show I watched about a "tree man" who had a strange systemic  problem (and problem is really quite an understatement) with warts. The result was limbs that were so covered in warts that they looked like tree limbs. It was really quite sad, but it didn't keep this man from texting the ladies--one in particular that he wanted to marry just as soon as the word's best doctors figured out how to get rid of those pesky warts).

Back to the McDonald's toy. I have no idea what this strange ill-formed beast/man is, or why he has purple hair. Is he having an identity crisis? Is he turning into a monster, or he is becoming a punk rocker? Cambel doesn't seem to be bothered by these questions. All he knows is is that this man/beast can fight. And fight he does. He is engaged in frequent battles with this lizard (or dinosaur as Cambel informed me--I still say lizard, but we'll let you be the judge of that). They fly (yes, they fly) and shoot out large bursts of air at each other (I think the air shots are bullets and not gas). No one ever really wins, and the man/beast never decides if he is man or beast. Poor guy.

Man/Beast takes on Lizard/Dinosaur

  Fighting is serious business (and so is an identity crisis)