Not only does he love his Mister Potato Head... he loves his Optimash Prime potato head, though apparently he's lost the helmet in the tank somewhere.
Well... and apparently the included "Peter Cullenish" mustache.
Speaking of Cullen, I wonder if he'll be at the GRC this year.
Not that I really care... but last year he called me a piece of shit so I'm wondering what it would take to get him to call me a cunt.
I wonder if I'm the only connoisseur of the roboplasticos that he's called a piece of shit?
Perhaps... in the end... that will be my only claim to fame.
And you know what.
I'm good with that.
Why would Cunty Cullen call you a piece of shit? You didn't tell him that he couldn't hold a candle to Corey Burton's Shockwave, did you?
Okay, so I'm totally at a loss as to why Peter Cullen would have called you a piece of shit! Is there more story to that one, and did it actually involve anger? Or are you Kup and did you get him to rename you like on Youtube?
It was extremely late at night in front of the hotel and "piece of shit" sticks in my head.
However, when it comes down to it, I can't seem to really remember what he called me, however it wasn't pleasant.
I had my camera in hand and I'm fairly certain he thought I was trying to take photos of him cocktailed as he returned to the hotel, which wasn't the case.
I was actually taking photos and videos of our lovable band of retarded and extremely drunk Gay Robot Conventioneers.
If Zetaconvoy's reading these comments perhaps he can chime in.
He was there.
Maybe it was "son of a bitch".
I really can't remember.
However, he definitely called me something derogatory.
His hotel wrangler came up to me the next day to ask me about exactly what happened and I really didn't know.
Nala recounted the story while it was somewhat fresh in his Botcon day 2/3 post. It is classic, but by far not the only legacy of my favorite Plastic Crack Addict. No Nala, your claim to fame would be the countless hours you gave us of laughter and stunned amazement as you told the stories and showed the PTSD inducing images of one man's journey into and through the madness that is being a fan of toy robots.
Even if you gave it all up tomorrow-the blogging, the collecting, the light box picture taking-your legacy will live on in the tears of every little boy who gets called a pain in the ass by a drunken Peter Cullen.
P.S. The Cloverfield monster couldn't possibly be more terrifying than that octopus potato robot.
That is a lol factor, Lolz are good
what the Fuck,my linky doesn't work!
Ah man, that's a great story. I could actually picture a drunken Cullen wandering around a hotel lobby late at night. "Drinkin' is the right of all sentient beings."
Dammit, I know there was video posted, recounting what was actually said, but I can't find it.
We have to go to GRC, just to see what Cullen will do next.