Have you ever wondered what the droids of the STAR WARS universe do with themselves between movies, short-lived-but-great Saturday morning cartoon shows, hit-or-miss video games, two made-for-TV Ewok specials we’re still gobsmacked actually exist, and a one immortal, horrible holiday special?
Neither had we, until recently. Then, one day, R2-D2 rolled into our offices, beeped something very quickly, and hastily slid a resume across our HR desk. He then just sat there staring at us. “Never could get the hang of Tuesdays,” the receptionist muttered. Artoo seemed to find that funny.
See, herein lies the trouble with these simple droids: for all their intelligence and compatibility with highly advanced information systems, it’s hard to get past the fact that R2-D2 is otherwise built like a roving wastebasket. In fact, he produced a little flashy cattle prod and shocked the third-grade arithmetic out of Duane from Accounting for wrenching on the poor little bucket of circuits’ head in an effort to dump a half-cup of coffee down to his motherboard.
Nevertheless, Duane was once more onto something…completely accidentally. Amazingly, the folks at ThinkGeek were on to the very same thing, as demonstrated by this handsome and handy exclusive R2-D2 Bento Box. The three stackable sections of Artoo’s body are airtight-sealed for freshness up top by the scrappy little droid’s dome while his legs provide dependable, secure closure at the bottom. Proving once more that his usefulness knows no limits, his 9 oz. top container’s seal doubles as an effective sandwich cutter. Meanwhile, the the 14 oz. middle section’s Death Star details extrude to make your corned beef on rye into a spontaneous honorarium to the millions slaughtered by the Rebel scum. The bottom container holds an additional 13 oz. of whatever fuels your engine.
If we may make a suggestion, the R2-D2 Bento Box pairs fantastically well with ThinkGeek’s Lightsaber Chop Sticks and matching R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser. The materials are entirely food-safe, BPA-free plastic and good to go in the dishwasher, but unless you somehow enjoy imagining Artoo’s anguished wails, avoid microwaving this guy.
Mark Corcoran