Initially the the coppery taste of my own blood caused by the ingestion of tiny glass shards concealed the hint of rust finish to the fruity Nestle' Quik bouquet, but eventually the rust won out. Which is odd, since the outside was plastic. And quite frankly, the whole rig was probably cheap. There were only three Star Wars characters on the lunchbox: 'Easily Duped, Crooked-shooting Stormtrooper', 'Useless Gas Pump-shaped Droid Who Wanders Around and Says "Gonk" Over and Over', and 'Scary Plus-sized Exotic Dancer in Jabba's Palace'. I tried without success to package it with some Fritos and a Mattel handheld football 'video' game with a dodgy 'up' key in an attempt to trade up for a friend's SW lunchbox that featured rebel pilot 'Porkins', whose X-wing blows up when he fails to note the overhang clearance limit when "attacking" the Death Star Burger King drive-through featuring a 2 for 1 bacon double cheeseburger promotion. No go. Oh, crap. The bears for detail are talking about the game in the game thread again, aren't they? Fine. When in Rome. So Doumit is still possessed or a zombie, huh? Plus that whole homer thing...