I plopped this in and, I shit you not, suddenly there were elves and fairies dancing around my living room. I stopped the disc and they disappeared. Intrigued, I started it again and, lo and behold, there they were, prancing and singing and carryin’ on. Damndest thing. I pulled the nearest one aside and asked him, “Wherefore doth thou boogiest ‘round my living room, gentle dryad?” He cocked his funny little hat to the side and said, “‘Tis the hippie shit that spins in that machine anon.” So I took the cute little fella by the feet and bashed my stereo in with his head.

 –jimmy (Inside Out)