In 1977, a little space movie played in theaters that would change my life forever. From that moment on I would root for the bad guy, give up my 6-shooter for a laser gun, crave 'behind the scenes' movie info, and fall in love with my sister. Star Wars even turned any flashlight or gift wrap tube into the greatest weapon of all time, accompanied, of course, by my own "vvvrrr" sound f/x.So you can imagine the joy then when I unwrapped this toy for Christmas. Marketed as The Force Beam (this was not a Lucasfilm authorized item) it was a generic flashlight with a plastic tube attached and a colored light in either red or blue (mine was red...duh). Who cared that the force binds and surrounds us and is not technically carried in a light saber. I carried this everywhere and swung it at anything and everything. I'd like to think I spent hours whacking my brother with it, but alas I can't remember every fun memory in my life.
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I was like the Emperor and didn't need no stinkin' lightsaber, err...generic flashlight with plastic tube connected to it.
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