We all know how computer hackers flex their 1337 skills in movies: by flailing on a keyboard like it was a bongo and yelling whatever snippets of jargon pop into the actors' heads (i.e. "USB! Byte! Floppy! 56K!").
So I'm sitting at my computer one day and you walk up and ask if I have such and such album on my computer. I say, no I don't have it, BUT LET ME HACK INTO SOMEONES COMPUTER AND GET IT BECAUSE I LIKE PRETENDING THAT I LIVE IN A MID-90s CYBERPUNK MOVIE.