R2 is squealing at me. Honest-to-God stormtroopers are standing guard nearby. Perfect conditions to prove that I've outgrown my Padawan pants, and can now move a plastic ball with my mind like a real Jedi.
Since I'm no Yoda, I still need my EEG headgear-which Jedi Uncle Milton built for me and sells as the Star Wars Force Trainer. It picks up my brain waves from sensors on a wireless headset and beams them to the receiver, which moves a floating ball in a tube only if I concentrate just so.