My Hat Could Kick Your Hat's Ass

I already regret the title of this post for, you see, my hat DOES kick your hat's ass. No infinitives are involved, it's happening as we speak. You could go out and buy a new hat and some local hattery and still it would suffer ridicule from mine.
I mean Christ, look at it! I'm jealous of it and I OWN it - I can't imagine the burning desire you must be feeling in your heart right now. Or rather, I don't want to.
(Sometimes, I'll stay up at night, wondering what life would have been like in the old west if hats came with headphones back then. A lot less people would have died in shootouts. No, scratch that. A lot more would have, because they couldn't hear "Draw". I'm totally cool with that, though, as most of them were bad men anyway.)
Possibly the greatest part of said uber hat is it's ease of use.
Step 1: Obtain hat.
Step 2: Wear hat.

Step 3: Tap into its power.

Step 3a: If a guitar is available, transfer power to hands for rocking out ability.



