Jackson Shutter
A big-ass flag stuck on a spinning stage to stop a pesky laser from frying the tiny, fragile things that make your day miserable.
The laser was like a drunk kid at a party, and the Jackson Shutter was the bouncer who finally kicked it out.
Without the Jackson Shutter, the alignment beam was like a hot knife through butter, except the butter was my feelings.
The Jackson Shutter saved the day before the target turned into a charcoal briquette.