I’ve learned over the years that childhood ownership of the Remco monster toys — either the Mego-scale dolls or Star Wars scale figures — conveys membership in a secret cult of Spooky Kids whose interests and practices transcend both space and time.
Maura still has hers in our attic somewhere.
Also, my maternal grandfather bought Lil Bro that rubber bat one Christmas because the bat was named “Gre-Gory” and Lil Bro’s real name is Gregory. It gave me the dry heaves everytime I looked at the fake blood pumping in its chest and I made a point of burying it at the bottom of out toybox beneath two hundred pounds of metal Tonka trucks.
If there’s a shocking final act to that anecdote, it has yet to occur.
Recommended listening: It Came From The Transition Zone!