It was the morning after Halloween and you had woken up with a throbbing headache. You were soundtech for Dethklok. You were on the couch. And when you looked over, Skwisgaar looked at you.

“Ohs ya, yous finally wakes up eh? Pickle finds yous last nights, face down on the carpets in a big piles of chip bags and nose crystals. Real dignifieds theres. We gots a big events today to promotes the new albums and yous pullings this? Typical Americans, always with the partys and the wasteds.”