Any man-cub growing up in the UK of the early nineteen seventies had, by sheer species specific need, several (if not hundreds) of imported US comics in their lair.
There, amongst the muscle-growing techniques advertised by bewilderingly middle-aged looking men wearing something approximating the man-cub's mother's girdle, there would be something that could, would and did excite the curiosity of the pre-teen amateur biologist. The Sea Monkey.
(via Robert-John)
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