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Jimmy, a guy who lived mostly on caffeine and cigarette smoke, looked up from a stack of floppy disks. "What is?"

The familiar synth intro started, but then the "Graham Bootleg" kicked in. Jimmy’s eyes widened as the floor began to vibrate with a frequency that felt like it might loosen teeth. Jimmy started nodding, then jumping. By the time Jimmy Pop's vocals hit the chorus, the tiny studio was a one-man mosh pit. bloodhound_gang_the_bad_touch_hugh_graham_bootl...

"It’s too catchy, Jimmy," Hugh shouted over the track, pointing a soldering iron at a modified motherboard. Jimmy, a guy who lived mostly on caffeine