What happens when you let your Star Wars crazy kids learn that you’ve been collecting Star Wars ornaments for aeons? They simply must destroy them playing with them. So far, I’ve discovered a headless Qui Gon Jinn, sans lightsaber. Darth Maul and Obi Wan are nowhere to be found. I fear the worst. This can only be the work of a Sith Lord, or my two crazed poo-flinging apes.

More as the story develops.