You slice through the marshmallow man with your lightsaber. Luckily for you, the heat from it cooks the marshmallows to perfection. You now have a tasty snack and a way out of the house.
But as you hurry to smoosh through the slowly closing hole in the wall, the lightsaber clatters to the floor.
You leap out nimbly and gaze back at the weapon.
You try to regain the weapon but only get coated in a sticky glaze of whiteness.