all of the stormtroopers lined up, one of the characters says "Take them for processing" or something like that and gestures for you to move off to the right toward an open bay. Despite the fact that I'm sort of an anti-amusement park person, I must have been feeling some adrenaline — as if we were actually being taken captive by enemy troops. Because the tatted-up kid walking behind me (a 20-something kid wearing his backward Dodger hat, sagged jeans and wife beater T-shirt) must have thought I was moving rather quickly and called after me: "Hey bro . . . why you so excited for PROCESSING??"