Joy attended a friend's Star Wars birthday party this morning.

After some brief training in lightsaber handling (i.e. use sabers to pop bubbles) . . .

. . . the kids got to square off with Darth Vader himself. They were supposed to take him on one at a time, but the eager young Jedi all mobbed him at once . . .

. . . and Vader soon fled out the back gate to fight another day.

Um, young apprentice, touch not the red end of the saber. Burn you it can.
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