So The General makes this seriously 80s-looking ad for the '88 Grand Am, so much of its time that a fine sheen of chlamydia-scented cocaine crystals will form on your TV screen just watching it. But wait! The General notes that nobody is actually buying Grand Ams, so he orders his admeisters to splice in some stuff about desperate-smelling discounts in between the shots of the undernourished-looking Grand Am-lovin' 80s babe. Hmm... you don't see many of these cars around any more...