I know I've told this story before, but I'll tell it again because I like it. When my brother Jeff was itty bitty, he loved to play with aciton figures. His play would usually go like this: a giant orange plush dinosaur would savage the land, and the Power Rangers couldn't stop it. Not even Batman could stop it. But the Mega Man action figure I got for him would always save the day.
But one day he was watching me play Super Metroid and when I beat it, he started crying and sniffling and said "Is the...sniff...Baby Metroid...sniff...going to be okay?" He was only 3. I think he also cried when Zero died at the end of Mega Man X. Anyway, after that, the hero who would always defeat the orange dinosaur wasn't Mega Man anymore, but a jellyfish beanie baby that he dubbed the Baby Metroid.