I should not be allowed out in public.
The other day I got to hold heads in the palm of my hand.
|Joffrey Baratheon would wet his pants!|
Clearly this is not a power I should possess...because after my initial snicker my first thought was "I need a bunch of these to put on toothpick spikes to warn off bugs in my office!"
And so I told the poor teenage boy at Legoland WHY I only wanted heads (Legoland has a neat bunch of bins of parts so you can build your own people...IT'S MADE FROM PEOPLE!).
And then I told him I wanted a Star Wars set so I could put a head on the end of Yoda's lightsaber (that is NOT a dirty euphemism, you sickos). Legoland dude looked...disturbed.
Yup, you read that right: I weirded out a teenage boy with my darkness. MWAHAHAHAHA.
In the end, Husband put together a FABULOUS Sarlacc Pit Lego Set for me so I now have my OWN Sharklacc, AND the ONE awesome dude at the Legoland cash register thought my idea was cool as hell...so he gave me 3 heads for free.
Indeed, I got 3-for-free head.
Why? Because apparently he throws away more heads in a day than that, so he didn't care if I got a couple to stick on spikes at home. I had to pick the right faces, though (obviously a grinning pirate head would look entirely NOT gruesome enough).
And thus, the end result (thanks to Husband who built my Sarlacc Pit scene for me!):
|Threaten a Jedi on the edge AT YOUR PERIL.|
|SARLACC Snacks! Dude on the tentacle looks pained, and it makes me giggle.|
I ran out of heads, so those will have to have lego-heads-on-pikes/lightsabers/guns/toothpicks another day.
Dear Lego: I love you. Please don't hate me for doing bad spikey things with the mini-heads...they fit SO WELL on Lightsabers!