“Bro, I just pressed Bootleg. Now I am the bootleg.”
In the world of bootlegs, "articulation" is a dirty word. The limbs are stiff. The plastic is cheap. And the reviewer, trying to demonstrate the figure's lack of durability, decides to test the joints. bootleg gets bench pressed
Then, physics—or perhaps the vengeful spirit of the factory that produced this trash—took over. “Bro, I just pressed Bootleg
The Liquor King grunted, pushing the barbell upwards with a loud "Hoo-ah!" However, it quickly became apparent that something was off. His form was sloppy, his movements jerky, and his control lacking. The onlookers exchanged skeptical glances, sensing that this was about to end badly. decides to test the joints. Then
Decide what Bootleg is: