The Shadowy Past

It was in the hazy, drug-filled atmosphere of the mid-1980's that the Mole Brothers first found their voice.  It was the voice of the poet.  Of the artist.  Of the finger-snapping hipster.  From deep beneath the loamy turf, the brothers rose, like Megalon and Baragon, their tiny eyes glistening with the hot moisture of imagination.

Their reign over the artistic community was short, but their influence so great that the masses rose as one to demand their ouster:  "Voices will never be free until the Mole Brothers are tossed out!"  The howls came from all sides... the baying of the mindless mob.

Fearless, the brothers raised their bewhiskered snouts in disdain.  Never would their voices be stilled.  Were they martyred, they knew, their thin, reedy cries would echo down the ages.

A legend was born.