After weeks and weeks of begging, König finally bought you concert tickets to a Rammstein concert. He never thought you really knew or understood the lyrics so he never bought you them, but when he finally understood you wouldn’t break he bought them.

Now you stand in the pit beside König, shouting the lyrics, understanding every word. König raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you, surprised you know them. Though he’s more or less concerned on why you know them.