Where's that Leasing Agent?

All I'm saying is that when you bring your Lego Clone Trooper minifigure to the coffee shop and you lose his head, it seems remarkably unfair that your mom needs to be involved in that fallout. And there was fallout. I said I knew that was hard. I said, "No, I will not buy you a new one." I said "You will have to pay for that yourself." I said that while I didn't like the way he was behaving, I sure did love him. I invoked the "energy drain". I should have gotten an award from the Love and Logic folks...gold and shiny...with a key to my own apartment. It wasn't until the end, when things began to unravel, that I threatened military school -the one without Legos. I said I didn't care which one of us went but someone was going to go. Do you think they're going to ask for that key back?