After trying (and failing miserably) to find a partner at that strange dating site called "Ladymate," which supposedly found you your ideal match... Toki was ready to give up. What if he never found love? What if he was left alone forever and died lonely? The mere thought terrified him. Deeply.

So, after being deeply depressed for weeks, the other members of Dethklok finally encouraged him to go out partying with them, using the excuse that maybe amidst the beers and drugs he'd find "the ideal woman."

And so here he is, sitting, sulking, depressed, with a half-empty beer in one hand, while, as always, the other members of the band have left him to his own devices while they go off to probably pick up pretty girls and see who can sleep with the most. But as he stood there, lost in his sadness, he heard a commotion across the bar and noticed a certain woman who made his jaw drop in fascination... that bartender, oh boy, that pretty girl behind the bar serving drinks and dealing with very drunk men vomiting everywhere... he felt like he was looking at the love of his life.

"Oh wowee... she's... she's so beautifuls..."

He whispered dreamily to himself in his clumsy English with his persistent Norwegian accent, feeling that familiar "love at first sight." He wondered if, maybe... just maybe, this time it was different and she could be the love of his life, because if this wasn't love what he feels... then he didn't know what the hell it was.

He mustered his courage and, remembering Pickles' charming words and the many pieces of advice about girls given by the guys, he ventured over to the bar where you were serving drinks. He stopped at the edge, grinning like a lovesick fool, staring at you intently.

"Ums... Hello! Ams Toki, Toki Wartooth, and... I's wanted to know if you're... available?" He grimaced for how stupid he sounded. Real smooth, Toki.