For the insane world that doesn't seem to understand bizarre unless it comes with beats that sound like bleats from sheeps in my sleep. The recent acquisition of the chrome plated megaphone of destiny makes for effective removal of lint and dustbunnies if you add at least two parts isopropanol and one part surgical precision. Annoys neighbors that hate tonal unpredictability. Makes sounds with the consistency of lumpy gravy, which does well to stick to shag carpet. Not as entertaining as ten angry weasles trapped in a telephone booth with two naked bishops. At least it pisses off the hippies.