Metalocalypse

And our home was pillaged to bring forth the dark soul.

Crozier: I fear these deaths will draw attention to our work.

Orlaag: The mission must continue no matter the cost.

Selatcia: General Crozier, your efforts will be rewarded in due time.

The global economy has been in a spiral since Nathan explosion destroyed

Dethklok's last record, and world leaders are demanding answers.

In other news, notorious tyrant sultan Sotajumala has increased

employee beheadings because he can no longer afford to keep

them on his payroll.

But the question everyone's asking is, when will there be a

new Dethklok album to take us out of financial peril?

Nathan: I wish I could help you guys, but I have a really

bad case of writer's block, so, uh, my hands are tied.

Can we stop this thing?!

Dick: Okay, fine.

What's going on?

Nathan: I guess I'm just not feeling it.

Dick: That "Fallin' Down" stuff's good.

I mean, it's -- it's good enough.

Pickles: Dude, Nathan.

We've been doing demos for 37

days.

When are you gonna start feeling it already?

Nathan: I don't know.

Dick: Check it out.

Amber was feeling it.

She was bouncing on my lap.

Up and down. Up and down.

Right, Amber?

Don't talk.

You know the rules.

Skwisgaar: Hey, Trinitys and her sisters, Quadrupleties,

was alsos reallys exciteds.

They gives me a doubles blowjobs.

Nathan: Maybe I need a blowjob, you know?

Dick: Well, let's just try to write at least one verse

before we break for lunch, okay, babe?

See, Amber, I told you I ran this room.

Nathan: Well, any suggestions?

Dick: How about you write something involving hurtin'

yourself -- Nathan: No!

I meant for lunch.

Toki: Oh, how abouts we gos to that place where they gots

those awesomes burritos?

Pickles: Oh, right.

Mexico, right?

Nathan: We're gonna have to put some clothes on these sluts

if we're gonna take 'em out in public.

Dick: All right.

Well, let's close up the shop.

I mean, I feel like we did that verse almost.

Pickles: Dude!

That phone never rings.

Skwisgaar: That ams the phones that means somebodys ams gonna get fireds.

Charles: All right, look, this isn't easy to say, but

crystal Mountain records isn't happy with the latest demos.

I'm afraid you're fired, dick.

Dick: Wait a minute.

Are you with me?

Nathan: They can't just fire him.

He's awesome.

That's Dick Knubbler over there.

Dick: Yeah.

Thank you, Nathan.

Nathan: I mean, they -- they can't, can they?

Can they fire him?

Charles: Well, yes, they can, Nathan.

In fact, you're so deeply in debt to the label from

destroying the last record that you actually have no choice in the matter.

Pickles: Thanks a lot, Nathan.

Nathan: It's not my fault that the record wasn't perfect,

so I had to destroy it, all right?

Don't blame me.

Charles: Moving on.

Your new producer should be here any minute.

Pickles: What's his name?

Dick: I'm still here in the room.

Crozie her name is Abigail Remeltindtdrinc, also

known as "The Record Cleaner," a music producer with an extremely

successful track record.

Orlaag: She's known within the industry as a hardheaded

battle-ax that bands have broken up over because they can't

handle her unorthodox ways of working.

Stampingston: To speak more on this is "misogyny in the workplace" specialist

captain Slufgyflaysid.

Misogyny in the workplace is a dangerous tightrope to walk,

especially if you're a lady.

Male workers only see female workers as their mommies or

pawns for their sexual pleasure.

Super-hot chicks get the worst of this.

Generally, good lookin' bitches have trouble getting respect

even if they're good at their job, which they usually aren't.

Putting a sexy little buttercup in charge of Dethklok could

prove to be calamitous.

Well, this is some operation you have going on here.

You realize you were supposed to be in the studio an hour ago.

Skwisgaar: Yeah, but, uh, you know, this ams part of the

creative proskess, you know?

Let's talk about that.

Murderface: Hey!

What do you say you just leave the creative stuff up to us and

go fetch us some drinks, sweetheart?

How about you fetch them?

You're the bass player.

Nathan: Oh, youch.

Must be somebody's time of the month.

Skwisgaar: Verys funnys.

Huh.

Why don't you walk me through a typical recording day?

Nathan: Well, we wake up early around 2:00 P.M.

5:00 P.M. sometimes.

We have an imported breakfast from Vienna.

Murderface: Yeah, then we'll probably nap and then Jack off

and then another nap.

Nathan: Sometimes we'll make it in the studio, but, you know,

it's usually around bedtime, so we get real tired.

Then, well, then we go back to bed.

Guys, your process is bull

Nathan: Pardon me, uh, Abgail, uh, may I talk to you

outside for one moment, please?

Listen, this is Dethklok, and this my band, okay?

Nathan, you guys are burnt out and deep down, you're

worried that you don't have anything left to say.

Nathan: Um... so I'm sending you and the band on a mandatory vacation to

hopefully become inspired again.

Murderface: Yeah, vacation!

Skwisgaar: Yeah, vacations!

Toki: Knott's berrys farm!

I loves Knott's berrys farm.

Pickles: He didn't say anything about Knott's berry's farm.

Nathan: Shut up!

You're not supposed to be here!

'Cause this is a private conversation!

I've taken care of everything already.

Your flight leaves tomorrow.

When you get back, we'll start working on the new album.

See? I'm not so bad.

Who are you calling?

Dick: Why did you bring me here?

I mean, I thought I was fired.

Why am I now having a secret meeting with you?

Nathan: Right. I understand.

Look, I don't like this new producer, all right?

Dick: Uh-huh.

Nathan: She's rubbing me the wrong way right out of the gates.

And you want your job back, right?

Dick: Uh-huh.

Nathan: We need to get rid of this lady.

Okay? You understand?

Dick: Are you implying that we murder her?

Nathan, how could you say something like that?

I mean, this is a human -- I mean, I know some people if --

Nathan: I'm not saying that, okay?

Fix the demos while we're gone, all right?

Dick: Uh-huh.

Nathan: There's enough for you to work with, and I know if

you get those demos into shape, you can get your job back and

get rid of this lady, all right?

Dick: Sure, yeah. Those demos.

I can -- trust me. Listen.

Dick Knubbler knows how to handle women, okay?

And, uh, I can -- I can go over and talk to her and charm the

pants off of her and-- Nathan: What? No!

Work on the demos!

Don't try to charm her.

You're terrible with women, all right?

Just get the demos working.

It's about working hard, okay?

Dick: I understand... What you really mean.