Metalocalypse2006

Pickles the Drummer:
Dude, it was a fan attack! That's what Ofdensen warned us about!

Nathan Explosion:
Why do fans feel that they have to do that? I mean, what, to get noticed?

William Murderface:
I know. There's so many nice kids out there, and then just a couple of them gotta attack you. It just spoils it for everyone.

Nathan Explosion:
I know, it's sad. It's sad for them.

Pickles the Drummer:
It *is* sad. It's sad for *them*.

William Murderface:
Seriously, it's pathetic. It just makes me feel sorry for them, that's all.

Pickles the Drummer:
[floodlights suddenly turn on above the band] Oh, must be a rescue team. Hey, guys, down here! [the floodlights reveal a multitude of heavily armed and armored soldiers and several tanks] It's us, Dethklok, stranded in the middle of nowhere!

William Murderface:
Oh, I hope they brought some f***in' food!

Nathan Explosion:
I feel like eating cheese. Like, really fancy cheese, like... what's the name of that cheese, Renoir?

Pickles the Drummer:
Yeah, I could do that. Maybe a little Kool-Aid of, you know... of the, you know, the grape persuasion...

Nathan Explosion:
That's what I'm talkin' about.

William Murderface:
[several sleeping gas grenades land at the band's feet] Oh, look. Firecrackers.

Nathan Explosion:
Oh, let's steal 'em!

William Murderface:
I remember when I was a k... [Muderface, Nathan, and Pickles all pass out and start snoring]