Metalocalypse2006

Nathan Explosion:
[the band is in Finland, making an apology speech for almost destroying the country during a previous tour. Nathan is having some difficulties reading the speech] Finland... we are here to... uhhh... apologize... for alleged... happenings... during... *during*... DUR-ING... uhhhh... [he leans away from the mic]... reading, reader, huh... hey, what the hell is this?

Charles Foster Ofdensen:
You're, uh, trying to read the speech to people.

Nathan Explosion:
Yeah, wait, hold on. [he tosses the speech away] You know what? I pass. [he takes out a beer, cracks it open, takes a swig, and walks away]

William Murderface:
[Murderface steps up to the podium] Wrote my own speech. Hey f - [he is cut off by his cell phone ringing loudly; he puts his paper down and answers the call] Y'ello? Aw, what's happenin'? Uh-huh. [the audience stares at him but he is oblivious] Well, what did he say? What did *you* say? You did not! [Pickles sighs resignedly] I know. I *know*. Figure wh...

Pickles the Drummer:
[Pickles pushes Murderface out of the way] Friends, we're... we're not used to the whole apologizing thing. [he chuckles] We're not professional apologizers! We're *musicians*. [he mimes playing a guitar] So... we wrote a song for you! A new national anthem. We took the lyrics straight from your Finnish Folklore Book of Necronomic Spells! [the audience is shocked]

Nathan Explosion:
[Nathan pushes Pickles out of the way] You may recognize this one, though it hasn't been sung for a few thousand years! "Awaken, awaken, Mustakrakish, the lake troll!"