My comic book shop owner and I had a serious laugh fest last night:
We predicted some idiot was going to try and steal one of those R2-D2 mailboxes! A federal crime if there ever was one!
Further, we laughed at the image of a Star Wars geek with taped glasses, down on his hands and knees with a power drill trying to unscrew the security camps to the pavement, or jackhammer around them, then explain himself when the police come.
If he gets away with it somehow, my comic book store owner says the Post Office has their own law enforcement agency branch and the postal police are not the cops you want to mess with.
However, some idiot fan who actually DOES manage to drill through cement and rip off "the ultimate Star Wars collectible that no one else will have" will of course be so smart he'll post pictures of the mailbox alongside his collection on MySpace or film a video of himself and the box for YouTube.
The conversations in Federal Prison that will follow (or even the trial by jury) will be priceless.
"He followed me home claiming he was the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"This is not the droid you're looking for."
"I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission!"
"I was helping facillitate his escape from the Empire."
"The Post Master General? I've heard of the Separatist General. But he insists he's the property of General Kenobi. I saw the movie. There's a message for him in there somewhere. Just let me finish searching the letters in the box. I was trying to find that memo for Obi-Wan Kenobi when your officers basged into my mom's basement and accused me of vandalizing the Federal Mail!"