This takes me back to my days riding the penny car through the arcade, long summer days where I would pull on grandma's skirt and ask for just one more nickel to ride the pokemon carousel around the gymnasium. Now we have VCRs and toaster ovens, but back then boys were boys and men were mean and you knew exactly where you needed to go to dispose of a dead body. Oh cruel world! Why can't we all be young grasshoppers again, forever having Kyle Blair's sweet melodies caress our ears!?