I used Commodore 64s at school. We did BASIC programming, played Star Wars... It was such a fun machine that I wanted to eat it. Instead, I licked it. Now I can digest it and get its command line powers.
There is something cathartic about eating an old gadget or any other object that tickles your fancy. It may be a freaky tauntaun or a giant Wiimote. Perhaps a bunch of iPhone icons or an R2-D2. Whatever it is, the moment you sink your teeth in a perfect piece of frosted tech is like stepping into fresh snow, or watching the birds shine under the chirping sun after the rain is gone.