96.) Brave Mazinger was manufactured by a kindly, old, mustachioed genius. A young buck with a lacquered hairdo raced to jump into the cockpit of the ship that landed, homunculus-like, in the helmet of a huge warrior that slowly rose out of a swimming pool. The cockpit was the brain; the man, the eyes.
Mazinger didn't fight monsters alone: the robot Aphrodite was a pink, gigantic droidette with two breasts that fired like rockets from her chest, leaving twin holes that rendered her a useless martyr doll.