Nothing sets the mood for a hot date like the screeching of digital pterodactyls and the judgmental stare of a literal bird of prey perched three inches from your head. This ad perfectly captures the 1982 dream: feathered hair, corduroy knickers, and the looming threat of an avian-induced scalp injury. It’s a bold marketing choice to suggest that if you play enough Joust, a vulture will eventually manifest in your living room to oversee your high-score attempt. Also, let’s give a hand to the gentleman’s denim—those pockets are high enough to be classified as "back-shoulder storage."