You know the guy. He spills a beer on your cherished Carver amp that was a gift from your older brother to welcome you into the world of listening to high quality, excellent music. You get a crappy Sony reciever and he turns up the volume, getting happier and happier the louder everything gets. He gets visibly excited when he see's your reciever say "MAX", and then he begins to get frustrated, because you bought your speakers for listening to music in a dorm room the size of a shoe box freshman year of college, and he wants your speakers to fill all 4 rooms of the main floor of your house with bone crushing lows.
I still miss that Carver.