I call this 'the saga of November 23rd 1985'. It was my seventh birthday and I was allowed to go to the toy shop and pick a present. Naturally, it had to be a Transformer. I knew my Gran had got me Optimus Prime so I had to get his nemesis, right? Right! Megatron it was. As soon as I got him home and out of the box he broke. I can't remember how or which part. Take your pick of any of his flimsier parts. My Dad took us back and demanded an exchange. For reasons beyond mortal ken I picked Staxx. Even my Dad sensed this was a dubious choice and asked me, more than once, if I was sure. I put my stubbornness down to fatigue. It had been an emotionally charged day. I've been looking for a good quality Staxx, with his stacks (only one pictured, but the seller messaged me to let me know the other one had fallen out the packaging and is currently in transit) for some time. Having these two together really takes me back.