You could dip the console versions of Double Dragon in literal shit and they'd still come out smelling better than this. They had the sheer temerity in 1988 to charge people £8.99 for what amounts to a crudely animated translucent "man" raising his leg up and down for a few minutes while trying to make contact with another disturbing creature that wants to desperately merge with you.

And yes, I was the idiot that bought it.