I love seeing this stuff being introduced to the 1980s and 1990s babes. Expect to see remaining examples of (hey, it's!) Mr. Microphone from yard sales appear on a street near you — slung inside the white patent belt of a bug-eye-sunglassed guy with post-Don Johnson-unshaved stubble, teal Chuck Taylors, and an orange Manhattan Portage bag.
I had one of these (or something just like it) when I was a kid, and I only remember it was fun making feedback noises but the novelty wore off really quickly.
Yes! We've got that B-Roll!