I remember nunchuks. I spent hours alone in my room, practicing the art of hitting myself in the head, trying to look like Bruce Lee. Even now everything before nunchuks is a blank. And I drool a lot. These Hammer Nunchuks are even more deadly.
I suppose they are ideal for carpenters turned vigilante. By day you hammer nails, and by night you are hammering the scum of the streets. Only IF you can survive the deadly training of Hammer Nunchuks though. Most just die in their first practice session as these things smack them in the head. And so the weak ones are weeded out, leaving only the strong of body and mind. Then it’s “Hammer time. Can’t touch this!” all over crime.
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