So a couple nights ago, I woke up around 3:30 or so in the morning to go the bathroom. As is my habit, I walked into the computer/PS2/Transformer collection/dog's room to give him a bit of a fuss, scratching between his ears and whatnot. That's when I noticed something red on the floor in front of the TV...then another something red with some blue and silver. My heart sinking into my feet, I went over to see what it was...my blasted cat had declared war on my Encore Prime during the night and knocked him down from his shelf, which is about five feet off the floor, where it would have landed on the TV under the shelf, and either bounced or rolled off to the tile floor below. About to curse my cat before strangling her, I picked up the pieces of Prime, convinced my 2000 dollar (Taiwan dollars, not US) G1 Prime, the heart and soul of my collection, was now trashed and I was going to have to junk it, with no hope of a replacement. His left arm was completely off the torso and his head was missing. I found his head tucked under my dog's blanket. Holding the pieces in my hands, I noticed something curious. There were no cracks...no jagged bits of broken plastic...not even a stress mark anywhere on Prime. Hoping against hope, I tried popping the left arm back in at the shoulder...in it went and in it stayed! It was just as snug as the day I bought it. Now, what to do with the head? Somehow, the head had popped off the torso without breaking the pegs or the holes they go into, or even so much as cracking them. I had to use a bit of force, but hey! presto! in went the head! And still not so much as a stress mark anywhere. Convinced that there was going to be a problem somewhere, I started going over every millimeter of the figure. All the joints were still good and tight, he still transformed perfectly, all the limbs moved smoothly, there wasn't any chipping of paint or chrome anywhere. Even the smokestacks had survived entirely intact! Heaving a huge sigh of relieve, I put Prime back on the shelf next to G1 Soundwave and Megatron, gave my dog a huge hug and patted him for a few minutes then finally managed to do what I'd originally set out to do...go to the damned bathroom! Now, my cat seems to have declared a new war on Encore Megatron. So far he hasn't fallen off the shelf (knock on wood), but he's taken a couple of tumbles over into some hard plastic corners and is still has chrome-tastically beautiful as the day I got him. My point? Despite their brickishness and seriously outdated designs, G1 toys are damned tough and show how much care and thought was put into making sure kids toys were going to last back when these guys came out. In comparison, my 2007 Movie Bumblebee (the old Camaro version) literally exploded when the cat knocked him off his shelf...which is barely two feet above the ground.