Oh yes, he had the weirdest episodes and he went a little bit too far. It was that time when he first touched a guitarra, he was a around 7 years old and it was around 1945. A woman was a little worried and she told him almost whispering "Oh no... do you hear that? the ruskies.. They are coming, we better hide. Play this! they will think we are hide and seek jews.. or at least hippies." And so it began, his love for music. Just by a couple of hiding notes in a rusk invation. He remembered then how he stole books from the local library and even from friend's parents and he learned and learned like a sponge that is thrown in the seas. "I need to know, everything that a human could know and I will know. Oh, tritone substitutions.. you are so crazy" He thought all the time. And he grew and he grew and his fingers became faster and precise like clockwork. Then he began playing in the alleys and in the laynes. He played all day long just to make a couple of dollars in the times that the war was cold. One day, an inmigrating negro stopped by and he heard him play the guitarra with pasion and joy and tears. He was playing a polka from sarajevo. His instrument was worn out because he was poor and he even used sock threads as strings that sounded like artsy gibberish. The negro asked him "Hello, Kylla and such. Have you ever heard of jazz?" in the most violent of accents. "Oh yes" said Hubble "I can play bass too. Only if you give me the instruments". The negro decided he would be a good adquisition and he bought Hubble from his mother for just $65.99 and took him in his black automobile. Then he began touring through the whole world. His skills became amazing, he played with no shoes at all and his tone was widely recognized in the most exclusive clubs of Manhattan. The day came and he played with Evans in a weird rare album called "A simple matter of negros", in this he actually used the waterbottles as a main instrument. That very same day he had a daughter with Bill evans as a father.. no one knows how that worked out.
And so he enjoyed life at it's fullest. Until one day, he discovered that he could communicate from one place to another with the use of devices he called Cellphones, because they used cells to transfer the phones. He, thus, founded Nokia and he became the President. He was sad and one day two talking armadillos entered his office. "Litla stúlkan mín?" he said. They were asking something about his daughter. He was thinking of using the armed pesticide but no. He remembered he gave some poet a dog-armadillo chemical compound. So he gave them the counter-compound and they transformed in non-armed people once more. And they were happy. They made a party in Nokia headquarters in which they dressed as cellphones and they danced and drank regular kosken. In this party,...
What is this? Almost dead? Again! Huh! 
"Huh, What IS this? Are you selling the great Nokia to those unexperienced children. If they are allowed to take over, there will be NO Communications Corporation, no Mobile Devices what so ever. And what will happen to our 132000 employees around the world? We had planned to work with Microsoft, but they have heard the rumours and are no longer interested. My greatgreat uncle Leo would rotate in his mausoleum and his partner Polon would go back to make galoshes, so don't the fuck sell out. Capisce." 
