Yeah, you’ve seen these at the mall. They’re sold at those god-fucking-awful kiosks operated exclusively by guys with silk shirts that cannot take no for an answer. Seriously, dude, I’m just here for pants. No, I really have to go now. NO! GODDAMIT LEAVE ME ALONE. I can say these things because a friend of mine in college ran one of those kiosks. Cool guy but I don’t believe it was his dream to sell these things when he came to the States from Tajikistan. Anyways, it’s a remote controlled shark, if you can think of a better way to legally spend thirty bucks let us know.