At night I would use my super-vision and super-speed to canvas all dumps and street curbs to retrieve the best audio equipment discards before anyone else awakened. Then I would use my heat-vision to recap everything, and use my super-strength to excavate another remote mountainside cavern in which to store the cream of my loot. The rest I would sell at my next super-extravaganza yard sale while posing as a mild mannered host, and use the proceeds to buy more lead shielding to protect myself from the debilitating red and white polka dot kryptonite rays which emanate from any Bose speakers playing country/western music. Next I would don my conservative blue business suit, posing as a reporter for the now defunct Daily Planetoid, and canvas big box appliance stores to protect potential buyers from buying any extended warranty plans not endorsed by any consumer protection magazine organization. Later I would retire to my polar region Palace of Solicitude and watch my purebred hound Crypto try to figure out how the voice of my departed ancestor Dorr-Bell comes from the horn of my vintage wind-up Victrola playing 78rpm discs of recorded wisdom. After I tire of that I would re-don my famous super-suit (which by now needs no further description) and again streak to the skies in search of more elite discarded audio gear.