Metalocalypse2006

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[after Murderface smashes a guitar in a rage] What happened back there?

William Murderface:
I don't care.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Hey, I've got an idea. [he takes off his glasses] Let's "rock talk."

William Murderface:
No.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Come on. Don't you wanna get in touch with, you know, your - your inner dude?

William Murderface:
No, thanks. I hate that guy.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Now we're gettin' somewhere. Let's "rock talk" about that.

William Murderface:
I don't wanna.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Hm. What a shame. You know, I... guess I'll just have to, you know... [he gets up and shakes his banana sticker container]... hold on to all these banana stickers. I've got, like a million...

William Murderface:
Okay, I'll "rock talk."

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[condescendingly] Good! I want you to tell me about young Murderface. Tell me a nice story about when - [he chuckles] - when Murderface was a little tiny boy.

William Murderface:
Well, okay. Here goes.

Murderface's Father:
[flashback to Murderface's childhood. Murderface is an infant in a high chair, giggling and cooing over his food. Baby music plays in the background, but suddenly changes to horror-movie music as Murderface's father runs across the screen, toting a chainsaw] How could I have ever married you? [Murderface's mother starts shrieking as the chainsaw revs] I kill you! [Murderface's mother lets out a bloodcurdling scream] Here goes! [Murderface's father runs back across the screen, soaked in blood] And now I kill myself! First my left leg! [the chainsaw revs] Good! Now the right! [the chainsaw revs] Now the arm! [the chainsaw revs] Now my face! [the chainsaw revs one more time] Aaaaagggghhhh!

William Murderface:
[return to present. Murderface looks at Twinkletits as he wets himself. Twinkletits hands him a banana sticker] Yeah, that was good "rock talk."