Star wars never was the same after this
Sometime in 1997, the comic strip The City did the best parody of Star Wars collector fetishes I've ever seen. It's probably just as well that I never saw SW#4-6, because any tender romantic moments between Darth Vader and his sweety would have been spoiled by my laughing like a hyena on nitrous oxide.
The best and I were so amused by this strip that we carefully ripped it out of the local weekly paper and entered it into Minos' labyrinth filing system at Chateau Chaos, where it promptly vanished for 8 years and only reappeared when we were searching for my passport. It will no doubt disappear back into the filing system, but this time I've got a scanner and I know how to use it.
(warning! copyrighted materials!)