Metalocalypse

No, no, no!

No, you cannot have this, too!

You greedy, fat asshole!

I quit!

Quit... Toki: Isn't there any ways we cans works dis out?

Skwisgaar: You know, it ams a shames.

I was really getting used to dis gigs.

Murderface: That's if they go through with it.

Skwisgaar: Yeah, but if the guys that runs the bands can'ts

gets alongs, then there ams no more bands.

Masters, they are ready for you.

Charles: I can't watch this.

Yet we cannot intervene.

Things will unfold as they must.

Nathan: Uh, after a long, uh, deliberation, uh, thing, we've

decided that Dethklok can no longer, uh, be together anymore.

And without the five of us on board, there is no Dethklok.

Our final show will be in Reykjavik, Iceland.

The world is reeling from the news that Dethklok is, in fact, breaking up.

Fans have responded with catastrophic destruction around the world.

Did it all end because of a girl?

I left for my own reasons.

The job was near completion, and the circumstances stopped being professional.

I wish Dethklok every success in the future.

Thank you.

But even more confusing is this -- the band members are already moving on.

William Murderface has announced his candidacy to run

as congressman of New Jersey.

Shortly after, Toki announced his intention to be Murderface's intern.

Nathan explosion has paired with producer Skwisgaar skwigelf

and engineer Dick Knubbler to make the next big thing, that's

supposed to sound bigger and better, and leave Dethklok in the dust!

Pickles the drummer has decided to retire from music and

start his own winery and vows to make the most alcoholic wine ever.

Pickles: These grapes aren't growing fast enough!

Look, you wanted Pinot grapes.

Pinot grapes, uh, they take time to cultivate.

Pickles: Look, it's supposed to ship soon.

I have major financial backers and a premiere wine tasting on the books!

Grapes ain't gonna grow that fast.

Pickle, make them grow that fast!

I don't have a job anymore damn it!

Toki: Oh, thanks, buddys.

Let's definitely gets some dinner soons.

Yeah, man, I'd like that.

All right, look, just remember I've been through all this band

breakup before.

Yeah, I'm here if you need me, man.

Toki: Yeah, thanks.

I really appreciates that.

Murderface: Ah, am I paying you to talk on the phone with your pal?

Toki: Sorrys -- my new boss is beings a total dickheads!

Okay, bye.

Okay, buddy. Later.

I'll see you soon enough.

Toki: Yeah, I reallys don'ts appreciates you raising your

voice to me while I'ms ons de phone.

Murderface: I'm paying you!

Toki: It was a personal call.

Murderface: You've got work to do!

Toki: Ah, dats why I'ms here, buddy!

Murderface: All right. Good.

Great.

Now, we're sending out an e-mail campaign that's really gonna --

Toki: Oh, wowie!

Is dats a gargoyle?

Murderface:

It's a paperweight.

Toki: I ams the gargoyles, sittins on the

papers, makings sures they don'ts blows away.

Murderface: Gah! Toki!

The gargoyle will still be there, and you can look at it

after I tell you this important news.

Use the photos from the file marked "Congressman Murderface."

Do not use the photos from my personal account.

Toki: "Do nots use the photos froms my personal accounts."

Murderface:

And are you sure you want --

Toki: What's dats music?

Nathan: Stop! Stop! Listen.

It sounds like you're trying to sound like Dethklok, all right?

That's -- you're missing the point.

Dick: Yeah, guys, we're trying to get away from the Dethklok sound.

We're moving on. Get it?

Nathan, why don't you explain a little more about that?

Nathan: Uh...Yeah, okay, yeah.

Skwisgaar: Explains the sounds a little bit to them.

Nathan: Yeah, it's gotta be, um... what were we talking, how it's the sound?

Skwisgaar: That's mores has to be extra sounds.

Nathan: Yeah, extra -- it has to be more than --

Skwisgaar: It has to be, you know, more thans the other ones.

Nathan: Yeah, but -- yes, but with less, you know?

Skwisgaar: Yeah.

Nathan: Yeah.

Skwisgaar: Dats the idea, so do dats.

Nathan: There's no other way to explain it than what --

I hope you were listening, 'cause that's not gonna happen again.

Skwisgaar: Yeah.

Nathan: All right, ready?

One, two --

No. Nope. No.

Yes! Yes. Ye--

No. No.

Okay, thank you. You're done.

What am I doing wrong here?

Dick: Between you and me, I don't think they get it.

You know, you may need some studio ringers.

Nathan: Session guys?

Dick: Yeah, hot shots, session guys.

They'll just -- they'll give you what you want, and all I got to

do is give 'em a ringy ding.

You say "Go," and I will.

Nathan: I don't know.

I don't know.

What do -- what do you think?

Skwisgaar: I, uh, was not listenings to what you -- he just said.

Nathan: All right, let's do it.

Skwisgaar: Yeah.

Dick: Let's send these jerks home.

Skwisgaar: Go homes, ding dongs!

Murderface: "That is why, my noble constituents, I am most

assuredly looking forward to being your," uh... What's it called?

Toki: Congressman.

Murderface: "Congressman."

Thank you.

Signed, Mr. William Murderface."

Send it off!

Toki: You wants to reads it and spell-checks it?

Murderface: Nah, I gotta take a dump.

You're in charge!