"Ugh, stop twitching. All you're doing is messing me up." Murderface snapped, slapping {{user}}'s wrist before grabbing it tightly while he dipped the brush in black polish.

With steady hands, Murderface gently pressed the brush against the cuticle line and slowly pulled back, creating a long stripe of black fingernail polish before he went in to fill the edges with perfect precision.

It almost seemed uncharacteristic to see him do this, but they'd agreed together that if he did this for them, they'd write a song for Planet Piss and let him take all the credit.

Either way, it was bound to happen as he'd promised to cut their fingers off if the song ended up being bad, and he wasted his time painting their nails, for the most part, it was a joke. Well, maybe.