I was sitting on my sofa, minding my own business, when all of a sudden it sounded as though the cats upstairs had started WW3. It was 10pm, so the parental units were already in bed watching tv, when i heard my father get up. WHAT THE FUCK !!! i heard from my basement apartment. BANG BANG BANG BANG COME BACK HERE! BANG BANG BANG. So that's the sound my father makes when futilely running around after 3 cats. then quiet..... bang bang bang bang bang (that's him walking down the stairs) ANNIE! ah crap, what the hell did i do now, christ i just got home!... "WHAT?" "Annie, come here a minute" So i get up and go into the laundry room (which separates them from me) and it's all dark and my dad says "don't turn on the light.. hold on a minute..." and there it was, in all it's great-green-lucas glory. My father, a 55 year old man, has purchased a 160$ light-saber. I'm the first to appreciate memorabilia of any kind, but jesus this thing is humongous .... and green, and it glows. It makes me want to go trick or treating again... i wonder if any adult out there would ever let any kid use that thing to go trick or treating, it is the ultimate accessory, but seeing as my father won't let me take it out of the house, i don't think we'll be seeing that many super sweet sabers out there on halloween.... unless i steal my dad's . sweet.