"Whatever the hot toy is this year, you can rest assured it is not a Sixfinger.
The Sixfinger was the must-have item when I was a little boy. It was a devilishly clever plastic index finger that was actually a gun. It fired hard plastic objects and exploding projectiles.
You were supposed to shoot these off in the safety of a vacant lot. But it was even more satisfying to point your Sixfinger at the small of your little brother's back and squeeze off a round, just as he ran off to tell mom and dad you'd pinged Mrs. Molaitis' basement window.
I can still remember the commercial.
"Sixfinger, Sixfinger, man alive! How did I ever get along with five?"
Every kid wanted a Sixfinger. Yes, they were dangerous. But no one was ever trampled to death trying to get one."
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