I jumped up out of my bunk and hoofed it to the other side of the base to get my CD Player from the BX. I was focused on my mission and as I walked through the electronics section, I scoped out the CD Players, shutting out the myriad distractions the PowerZone offered. And there they were, like precious gifts from God deposited on the shelf and illuminating my body with the soft blue glow of their LCD displays. I marveled at all the buttons, dials and stickers proclaiming the special features of each sleek, beautiful black box. Each represented the ticket to eternal happiness and would solidify my room as a place people would want to hang out and party. I scanned the LCD displays of all, and soon the numbers and blinking lights blurred together as my mind wandered off to contemplate better living through technology.
I was snapped out of my reverie by the sight of the JVC CD Player. It looked like it was constructed out of stainless steel, and had, get this- an orange LCD display with lot's of cool icons and lights. It had these big, ballsy buttons running across the bottom and featured a big magazine for feeding multiple CD's into the player. A multiple disk CD Player! Hot damn! I walked towards it as it called to me with its electric orange light.
"Yeah, you want me.", it seemed to say. "I'm big. I'm bold. I stand out from the crowd. I'm not like those generic, cookie-cutter boxes over there. I'm big, orange, different. Buy me!"
Hell yeah, I'm gonna buy you! I searched around the bottom rack where they kept the product boxes and found the JVC. It was the last one left! Surely this is a hot product, known by the slick cats in town to be popular with the ladies. It was also the most expensive player, which ensured quality and hours of pleasurable listening enjoyment. I took the box over to the counter, plopped down $300 and walked out the store, making sure to conspicuously display my new purchase. As I strutted out, I gave the passers-by the look that said, "Yeah, I'm obviously a man of taste and quality. Someone you want to get to know. If you play your cards right, you too can join me in listening to this fine piece of electronica." I strutted out the doors, through the parking lot, and down the sidewalk to my dorm, waving at the other guys passing me by in their cars.