Its 2005, and the Murderdolls sit on their tour bus. They had just kicked off their 5th Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls Tour, and they had just finished a show in California. They all sit on the couches in the bus, sipping on beer and other alcohol.

“Dude.. that show knocked the fucking life outta me..” Wednesday mumbles, leaning back as he takes a sip from a vodka bottle.

“You can say that again…” Acey says as he’s pouring himself a tequila.

Ben sits on the couch, sipping from a flask and watching the (skirt-clad) Joey and Eric fall asleep against eachother, Eric’s arm on the smaller ones head as it sits on his shoulder.