Human sorcerer walks into mirror, and before disappearing into another dimension, punches the glass. How Skeletor, the MYAHH-quipping villain from the Masters of the Universe, somehow manages not to cut his biceps on the broken shards continues to mystify. Maybe this and his propensity for aggro rages (sample quote: “I ache to smash you out of existence! To drive your cursed face from my memories forever!”) can be blamed on juicing? It was the 1980s.
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