When I was in early school and beyblades were all the rage, some kid at school broke mine one day. I was super sad and was bawling when I got back home.
My dad was an engineer and often got up to go to work super early, like before I’d leave for school. The next morning he was still home, and sleeping. Which I found weird. My mum drives me to school, I reach into my backpack, and find my beyblade. Completely repaired, but also upgraded and modded like fkn crazy. He put a machined aluminum disc in it in place of the stock one, some centrifugal force thingamajig, and hand tooled the point that the bey blade spins on at the bottom. He had apparently stayed up till like 4am just suping my beyblade up.
At recess when we Let It Rip™️ my beyblade FUCKED UP every single other beyblade. The thing was literally indestructible, had insane balance, and kept spinning for fkn forever.
Basically, my dad is a GOAT
