If they could bottle up and create energy from pure adolescent longing, the feelings I had when I saw these kinds of ads for Star Wars toys in Marvel and DC comics could power a star destroyer
I didn't have a chance of getting my hands on them, not down on the arse end of the world. Almost none of these toys showed up in my local toy shops. We counted ourselves lucky to get a Walrus Man, and couldn't dream of a stormtrooper. These things might as well be actual spaceships, for all the rarity around my parts.
Star Wars toys are everywhere now, but I'm not seven anymore either. Still, the lingering feelings could probably jumpstart a landspeeder.