For years my son wanted nothing more than to catch a t-shirt from the launcher. He finally caught one last year. When he excitedly tore it open, it was size XXL, had a little teeny block U on it, and a huge ass corporate logo covering everything else.
It was more anguishing for him than when he learned that Santa Claus isn’t real. And the s**tty t-shirt now inhabits a garbage can at the Hunty.