This is a Tauntaun. And it's a sleeping bag. You can sleep in there. Note the furry exterior, the life-like apparatus of its soft pillow-head. Look upon the light-saber zipper. Just allow those words to marinate for a bit. Light. Saber. Zipper.... Now for my favorite part. Look inside that flappy part, the one where the thing opens up and you crawl inside and let it envelope you in nerdy bliss. Those are guts. Just like in the movie! Oh, Tauntaun Sleeping Bag, is there no end to your fantastical wonderment? How did you only cost us $6.49? Who could have left you to suffer so tragically in a Memphis thrift store? Someone far less of a dork than I? A small child with bed-wetting problems? I don't really want to know. That's why they invented washing machines; so that we can wash our Tauntaun sleeping bags no matter where they've been. So am I a little wary of using this thing based on its enigmatic origins? Hell no. Tauntaun Sleeping Bag is a good thing and good things just should not be questioned.
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