...I totally want that cellophane S.
Nothing puts the fear in the bad guys like a giant, red and yellow piece of plastic, flying at you at relatively slow speeds, encasing you like a mummy, then disappearing into nothingness. It may leave you physically unharmed, but, mentally, as you lie there in the floor, covered in your own urine (because, damnit, you piss yourself when there's a giant, paper-thin S flying at you), mentally, you're as helpless as a baby. Then, I'll come up and kick you in the nads.
**** you, evil doers everywhere. I have the cellophane S.