"Wait, I see something...made in China? I can't push it."
Warmth seeps from Jayride as the Force surges through his veins. Preparing to battle, he throws aside the circa 18th century table leg and backflips 20 feet. Crouching low, Jayride attempts to summon his bright yellow saber, hidden from his sight and his mind.
(can i get some backup here??)