I'll never forget being locked in mortal combat with the fifteen foot tall, chortling, disembodied head of a morbidly obese mafioso. My streaking rockets of cleansing fire versus his deadly, detachable, undulating, explosive tongues.
People shouldn't joke: do you know how many agents the DEA and FBI have lost to hypodermic needles thrown with deadly accuracy by mohawk-sporting cartel agents? DO YOU?
I fucking loved this game when it originally came out despite how retardedly fucking difficult it was (typical Williams game, where you have to use just to get past the first few levels).