Conventions are awesome.

• Me: Hello! How are you?
• Thomas Dekker: Good! You?
• Me: Not great, a Stormtrooper just stole my lunchbox.
• Dekker: ...What?!
• Me: I know. Dark.
• Dekker: It's always awkward when that happens.
• Me: Every time.
• Dekker: Thing is, you'll never be able to catch him. Mask. Can't identify him.
• Me: He was freakishly short. I'd spot the plastic bastard.
• Dekker: ....*silence*
• And that's the story of how I creeped the shit out of a cute midget.
• Just to elaborate, I wasn't making an attempt to be 'ZANY AND RANDOM', a Stormtrooper actually stood in my path and nicked the lunchbox tucked under my arm. He only gave it back when I told him they weren't the sandwiches he was looking for.