For this post, Sean turns his sights skyward to celebrate a hero that is all man, yet still has room to cram in some random bird stuff (I mean I guess he is part bird. Those wings seemed more like a disco era fashion accessory, but I know his race lives in nests. Oh Eternia, your mix of Hyperborea and Studio 54 shall never grow stale), a hero that has nerves of steel and giblets to match, a bastion of justice whose thickness of feathers is only matched by the bristles of his Gary Kurtz beard…Stratos from Masters of the Universe!
You know what screams 80’s? Ninja weapons like nunchaku. You know what screams massive drug abuse? Talking cat people. But somehow if you combine the two, you have an iconic character beloved to this day! And so, we have today’s hero, Panthro!
Panthro may not know what a Samophlange is, but he does know a thing or two about kickin’ mutant butt to all corners of Third Earth utilizing not only his cat’s claw nunchaku, but also his technological marvels such as the ThunderTank. It is also rumored that he sired a son who not only assisted in the birth of hundreds of babies on Third Earth, but has an affinity for loud, obnoxious sweaters as well.
In 1982, one of the greatest heroes of the entire decade exploded on the screen. His name? Snake eyes! While he was a man of few words (o.k., more like no words) yet his actions spoke volumes. Covered from head to toe in black, his face obscured by a featureless mask, Snake Eyes was all mystery, which made him the coolest mutha in the toy chest. But, kids weren’t the only ones that were enamored with the ol’ Snakester. The fact that he never spoke a word saved Sunbow a fortune, a fortune that was spent on bringing us shows even better than G.I. Joe, like The Charmkins and Moon Dreamers!
So, in honor of our cost effective friend, here are the top 5 quotes of Snake Eyes:
Can you believe it’s that time again? Time for that wizard of pen and ink Sean Hartter to present to us another stalwart hero of our misspent 80’s youth! Whom has Hartter chosen to bring to life this time you may ask? Why none other than that standard bearer of all that is manly, he who is unparalleled on the field of battle, and has earned his place in Valhallah…a hero of song and story…none other than Slimer! Wait…Slimer, that clumsy, potato lookin’, hot dog scarfin’ jackass? Hartter, you are a strange, strange cat my friend.
Anyway Slimer. You really can’t hate the dude (except maybe when the focus of The Real Ghostbusters seemed to eventual shift to focus purely on his antics). He’s lovable, green and an erstwhile companion…qualities we should all embrace really. Plus Ecto-Cooler may have been responsible for 90% of my cavities…Ackroyd and Ramis shall be hearing from my lawyer.