The Sith Strike Back

My son was a kid in a room. Tubs full of Star Wars figures; Rancor Monster, Squid Head, Yak Face. Admiral Akbar was a good guy with a mother somewhere, a fine woman though a bit of a trout no doubt. but Snaggletooth with his blaster was an irredeemable mother er. Then, from a parallel universe, Skeletor, Beast Man and Evil-lyn drop from the outer rim of a boxed universe, all arriving in a sullen haste to lay the room waste. Evil-Lyn was hot. We kept her out of the carnage mostly, but she was bad to the plastic bone. My son tells me he has visions, he sees leather-winged daemons. I lie, tell him that there are no toy figures of those, so they don’t exist. On the floor, monsters are on a rampage He-man is screwing up as usual. For both of us our only hope is in Optimus Prime.