I watched the anime when I was younger and bought a mythical beyblade storing a legendary goddamn anime tiger ready to pounce on other unsuspecting spinning tops. I was fucking hyped yo. I had plans to become the best beyblade battlemaster who could summon a goddamn whirlwind the size of a small fucking mountain with a well placed rip on his ripcord of goddamn doom. I carefully assembled the components making sure I aligned the fucking core perfectly so my tiger could unleash it's full world devastating potential upon other unsuspecting spinning tops. I put that sticker on that shit with pinpoint precision, you could use an electron microscope and not see any imperfections. I loaded my weapon of mass destruction into it's launcher, inserted the rip cord, took a 5 step runup, screamed let it rip and launched impending doom upon this planet. It dribbled off of the wire, spun around for a while and ended up being defeated by a grazing blow from my cat who nonchalantly stopped my weapon of mass destruction by hitting it with it's paw.