Battle Armor He-Man (Patreon)

But Battle Armor He-Man would pound on his chest, and it would spin to the first Battle-Damage level with a resounding crash. The crowd would take a step back, frightened. Awed. He had such thick arms. Like tree trunks. Everyone loved him.

"Next," he would say, "I want to talk about when the parents have intercourse." And a hush would fall over the crowd. 

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