Ah, what can be
said about Punch-Out that hasnít been said on this site already?
That it cures ulcers maybe, but that would be a lie. Little Macís
epic struggle against a series of boxing champions from all over the
world, each of which was about three times his size, his only aid a
balding fat coach that dropped him sarcastic hints in between
rounds. The game was mostly just a little offensive towards various
nationalities and races, though at one point you came across an
opponent who was so much more than that...
Iím talking of
course about Super Macho Man. An animated gif really canít do
justice to the speed at which his pecs flex. This is definitely
something that made me uncomfortable as a kid. It was like he was
trying to hypnotize me into doing unspeakable things. Trying to...
...to make me...
make me do... naked... make... manboobs...
I... am yours... do with me... as you please... your wish... my
Even King Hippo
agrees: "Thereís no way to combat those madcap man-breasts. Itís no
wonder I got pummeled in most of my fights with Super Macho Man. And
consequently was woken up by my bewildered parents who demanded to
know why I was lying blacked out and pantsless in front of the
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