For a huge chunk of time my after-school routine was Ray Clark coming to my house with his Star Wars figures and we'd "build a base." Every time the base involved the same pair of TV trays and my father's set of Life Science Library books. Usually we'd spend the whole time building it and he'd have to go home before we actually played anything, but that was fine.
Ray was the only person I knew who also had the now-coveted Blue Snaggletooth. So, some time after we'd ceased our usual routine I wandered over to his house and asked if I could have his, since I had a friend who only had the little red one, the poor sap. I'd correctly surmised that Ray didn't care for those figures anymore; he said yes and I handed the figure over to JPX, probably saving him over a hundred bucks at some distant future time.
Ray went on to marry one of my sister Julie's high school friends, and I saw him at her wedding a few weeks ago. We reminisced about making bases and such, and Ray mentioned that his daughter liked to play with his Star Wars figure collection. "I told her they were really valuable," he said enthusiastically, "I kept them all."
"Uhh..." I said in a low voice, "all but one."