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A month ago, Pablo Maurer had the opportunity to travel to Memphis and convene with his two good friends, David and Lagan. Upon arrival, they infiltrated the old abandoned sears warehouse, stole 3 massive wooden maps, dropped them off the building, and ran around hoisting brews in celebration. Later on in the evening, David and Pablo were coming back from a celebratory meal at a fabled Mexican establishment in Memphis proper when they heard, on the radio in their car, the musical stylings of "Cybotron." Overcome with passion and joy, they stepped out of Pablo's car into a parking lot, and began bugging out in a frenzy. After several minutes of said bugging, they realized they were being watched by a particularly angry looking man in a rusty Toyota Supra. So they stopped. But the seed was planted....


Lagan and David bugging out on this fabled night, dancing to "Cybotron"

And so Pablo travelled back to his place of residence in the windy city. He, Lagan and David all resumed their studies, but were constantly consumed with the memory of Cybotron. And so the date was set: September 21st, 2002. On this night the three of them would conquer the fecund Memphis night in a way never before seen by mankind.

And indeed they did do this. What you are listening to now, if you have internet explorer, is Cybotron. It would surprise me if you are even reading this sentence - because if you are indeed hearing Cybotron, you are either bugging out by now, or perhaps even dead, killed by an excessive surge of happiness and glory. This song set the theme for the evening.

Pablo Maurer, noted vandal and all-around bad person says:
"I don't remember much from the evening - I remember a lot of bugging out, a lot of joy... I remember stopping my jeep at least 30 times in moving traffic so that we could all get out of it and dance around in a frenzy. I remember Lagans armpits being *particularly* sweaty that night.. I remember Cybotron - that much can be said. And I definetly remember at one point taking my shirt off, and spinning around in a break-dance frenzy on the concrete at a party on the Rhodes campus. Also, I remember a police officer coming to get me in an Exxon to tell me that the parking brake on my car had disengaged and it was now rolling towards the street."

Lagan Sebert, noted facial contortionist and, along with David and Pablo, a very corrupt person says:
"Most of what I remember involved being in the back of Pablo's car drunk. I remember at one point, he drove through a puddle 4 times in a row, with the top down. I remember being dampened by this experience. I remember it made me cold. I also remember sleeping with a man, and enjoying it. That's a very clear memory. The man thing. It was great. Incredible, actually.

David Lafevor, corrupt individual and youngest member ever of the Tennessee Treasure Hunters club says:
"My memory begins to fade during the one hour in which Pablo and I consumed the remnants of 5 liters of hard liquor. I, like Pablo, have definite memories of Cybotron. To this day I've never experienced such a joyous thing as that song. It fills me with happiness. I also have a recollection of eating 15 taquitos with Pablo... Wait, I have more than one memory of that. I definetly remember a moment of glory as Lagan and I bugged out to the sounds of Clear on the dance floor at the Pike house, as the entire floor opened up for us."

And so what is next for these three lads? Their friendship has stood the test of time, distance and difficulty. There seems to be a storm cloud brewing on the horizon though.. A big, red storm cloud, poised to swoop in and sever the bond.. Time will only tell the outcome of this calamity...

...wOb...