I always figured Treasure Island Dizzy would be better if someone buried that clown of an egg and took a pickaxe to it to get to its sweet, tasty, eggy gold treasures within.
A bit like this, you know? And yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?
Treasure Island Dizzy
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