I remember as a kid getting my parents to occasionally rent a classic NES for a weekend before we could afford one. Those were the days. Saturday mornings were awesome playing Bubble Boba with my brother before mom and dad woke up. I remember turning the volume knob down all the way and then back up just a touch so we could still hear it, but the sounds of Bubble blasting bounty hunters wouldn't wake them.
What, this wasn't a real game? Are you sure? I remember it so vividly, and nothing about these bubble spewing lizards you're talking about. That sounds like a ridiculous bad dream or something.
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