I hate They Might Be Giants.
I want to get a time machine, and go back to the time when They Might Be Giants was just finishing the process of creating the song 'Dr. Worm' and are burning it to CD. I will destroy every molocule in each member's body, decimate the computer, and steal the disc, and put it into a microwave. I will then then I want to split the remains into several pieces, and have them hidden in countries all over the world, hoping it will never be formed again. then, 2000 years into the future, an explorer with a striking resemblece to nicolas cage will uncover all of the pieces, have them reassembled, and listen to it, only to find out that all he has uncovered is the most frighteningly irritating exercise of sonic monotony and unimaginative songwriting ever to grace the universe. museums will have it in the ancient war sections, and describe how anthropologists assume it was used as some form of torture in concentration camps to keep people from escaping their soundproof work stations. eventually, they will realize that in this future, the people are not adapted or immune to this sort of atrocious audible plague, but it will be too late. the sog will give the human race a terrible cancer, and they will all die, and all that will be left is Dr. Worm, the worst song throughout space and time in the universe.
I'm sorry, but I had come up with this intense hatred, and had to let it out somewhere. probably overdid it a bit, but oh well.
but seriously, I fucking hate They Might Be Giants with every part of my existence.