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The Sock of Gangsta Chogokin!
by Roger Harkavy

I decided if people in our hobby should have an icon
to rally behind, it should be this sock, this cotton artifact whose
(seemingly) immaculately conceived appearance would be the stuff of
legend for weeks to come. I quickly created a storage
container for it, and inside this it currently resides on the
top shelf of my collection, watching over it.

So then could this sock be... Gangsta Chogokin's?

Whatever its powers are, remains to be determined. So
far it's protected my robot toys from theft, shark attacks, and
meteor showers. I've even put it in with the laundry a couple of
times, and none of the magic seems to have been washed out.
(x-ray image of sock)
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Once upon a time, there was a robot toy collector. Let's call him
"Steve Zivanic". Steve had to pick up his sister in the
'hood' one day, at the house of a 'gangsta' named Juan. When he
arrived at Juan's house, he felt scared, but piled on the floor he
saw... a stack of highly desirable robot toys, including a Super High
Complete Model L-Gaim Mark 1. While Steve talked to Juan about the
toys, he indicated that he used to collect, but didn't have much of
an interest anymore (the gangsta life must have been much more
exciting and profitable compared to collecting robots). Steve offered
Juan a pittance for the stack of toys, gathered up his sister, and high-tailed
it out of there, never to return.
Back then Steve was a semi-regular visitor to Cafe Chogokin, and he
told us all about his toy score in the 'hood'. Someone referred to
Juan as "Gangsta Chogokin", and the name stuck. Of course,
as soon as I found out that the L-Gaim was part of this heist, I was
all over Steve like ants on candy. I had been searching for this
piece for over ten years, and I wasn't going to let it get away!
It was about a month after his initial visit that he sold the SHCM to
me, along with a couple of other non-super HCMs. Steve's packing job
was phenomenal, sealing the toys in bubble wrap, then sealing those
in boxes, then sealing those boxes inside larger ones... liberating
them was an adventure in itself. One day, while emptying the packing
peanuts from the leftover boxes, a single brown sock spilled out. I
didn't recognize it as one of mine, and neither of my roommates would
claim it. I asked Steve about it, he said he wasn't missing any, either.
So then could this sock be... Gangsta Chogokin's? It seems an
undeniable fact.
Some of you are probably laughing right now, but how many special
socks do you have in your collection? |