The Last Whiskey Bar

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Still at work man.

[Cain]

[EK WAFFLR]

Apropos Hanson.

Sex Yeast IS FUCKING FINISHED! WHO WANTS DOWNLOAD CODES?

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Ill have one

[LMNO]

:potmotherfuckingday:

Also, emote plz.

[Juana]

Apropos Hanson.

Sex Yeast IS FUCKING FINISHED! WHO WANTS DOWNLOAD CODES?

Yes.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

More work on monday more freedom on friday. :eyes clock:

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Apropos Hanson.

Sex Yeast IS FUCKING FINISHED! WHO WANTS DOWNLOAD CODES?

Woo! Me please.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Apropos Hanson.

Sex Yeast IS FUCKING FINISHED! WHO WANTS DOWNLOAD CODES?

Hit me.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Okay guys, here's the thing you need to know about Hanson. It's important that you learn this before it goes any further.

Before 1995 there was no Hanson. Their debut album was titled "Middle of Nowhere" because that's where Nigel went to build them. Sure, you read about a pre-MMMBop history of the band, touring inconsequential festivals with immemorable covers of the hits of yesteryear...  but how many bands does that describe? It's easy to fill in the blank faces of people you forgot about with the more memorable faces of the Hanson brothers.

Knowing what I do, I am hesitant to advise that anyone investigate persons reported missing in Tulsa in 1993 and the source code behind the software I used to simulate patchwork faces built of features from these missing was stored on disks now ground down to scrap and set in concrete. My evidence, therefore, cannot be communicated directly (this is by design) but I am told that the truth of it can be seen in my eyes when people ask "what ever happened to Hanson?"

Now, I will be direct, because the speakers of my computer are starting to hum and I know that soon they will begin to play that song. I have done all I can to combat it. My attempts to use similar technology have been minimally successful, resulting in only a small number of novelty attempts at "stopping the bop".

The Hanson brothers are flesh puppets animated by Nigel's will. It is possible that she does not remember constructing them, but I have diary entries written to inform myself that I have seen photographs of her workshop. It is complicated to give myself information such as this as the song requires that information about it be forgotten and destroyed. I will not detail the metamusic I have had to construct to remain this aware. She may even have allowed herself to be exposed to this element of its abhorrence, for plausible deniability should the truth ever come out.

The song was designed to be viral. It was almost totally successful. While there is a natural revulsion, a primal rejection of the thing, still it endures. The MMMBop referred to in the song is a unit of time. It is a flexible unit of time. Do you fully grasp the significance of this?

Perhaps not. Perhaps my detailed technical explanation of the thing is as subject to its editing as the appeals I have made on national news, as ignorable as my shaking strangers in the street begging them to notice.

Can you tell me who will still care?
Can you tell me who will still care?

Ooooh ok yeah.

Mmmbop, ba duba dop.
Ba du bop, ba duba dop.
Ba du bop, ba duba dop.
Ba du.
Yeah.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Homeward. I feel like im going to be listening to a lot of heavy stuff at work this week.

[Suu]

I walk away from the boards for a few hours to get shit done and come back to Mmm, bopp?

[Don Coyote]

Turning off PD for the rest of the day, and maybe tomorrow. I'm not feeling too hot.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Hope you feel better

[Don Coyote]

I had a moment of weakness. But I'm better now.