"Wind me up boys, I'm going into battle!" a ground crew of Koopa Troopas begin turning the giant key on the back of my shoe. gears crank, springs tighten. The powerful coil compresses, ready to fire this impentrable green monster into the field of world 5-3. I slip into the cockpit, my head just poking out the top. It fits... like a glove? No! like a shoe!
This time, the invading plumbers will pay.