To this day, Yub-Yub Bokinokinobi remains in-between, laughing at his own nonsense, his speech completely unintelligible. He babbles to himself at jokes only he can hear, let alone understand. But this audience of one is not enough for the No-Where Fool; he craves the attention of others. He craves their laughter, their praise, their camaraderie. Yub-Yub Bokinokinobi releases his moronic thoughts into the soup of space-time hoping that someone, anyone, will hear him and laugh. He infects our world with his brainrot through the echos of causality. These rotten, humorless thoughts worm there way into the minds of humans, coming unbidden like a detestable aunt on a Sunday afternoon, and we internalize them as our own. Then, these brainrotten thoughts manifest themselves through our art and memery. Yet it doesn't end there. When one laughs at brainrot, it due to the subtle influences of Yub-Yub Bokinokinobi, pulling the strings of reality so that he might share in a laugh.