Metalocalypse

That's what I'm talking about!

I do cocaine.

# Do anything for Dethklok Do anything for Dethklok #

# Do anything for Dethklok #

# Dethklok, Dethklok Dethklok, Dethklok #

# I'll teach you #

# Who rock #

# Dethklok! Dethklok! #

# Skwisgaar Skwigelf Taller than a tree #

# Toki Wartooth Not a bumble bee #

# William Murderface Murderface, Murderface #

# Pickles the Drummer Doodily doo #

# Ding-dong Doodily doodily doo #

# Nathan Explosion #

Toki, what were you thinking? Hanging out with clowns?

Why didn't you call us? You've got a cell phone.

- Why don't you use it? - And going out all night long with guns?

- Where were you? - You know, guns are... They're cool.

So... What am I saying here?

- Back off, jack off. It wasn't his fault. - You shut up.

Gives that clown a little bit of a smack.

- Hey! That's my friend! - Your friend!

Drunks driving before a tour, shooting the guns!

He's not a real friend, no.

What kinds of a friend takes you on such a godless endeavor as that?

What if you hurt your pinky finger, huh?! No more tour!

- Yeah, what if you hurt your hands? - Yeah, you're being a selfish prick.

I woke up with a clown's hand in my pants.

That's what I did today.

Yeah, I mean, what the f-, Toki? There's no such thing as clowns!

Oh, come on! How come I can'ts have a friend that's a clown?!

He makes me laugh!

We care about you!

I should be asleep right now.

- This is a waste of time. - He smells like piss.

- It's metal to like clown. - No!

No, it's not metal.

'Cause it's not metal. We know that trick.

It's true. Clowns are statististically the most hated of all creatures.

Statisticallys or not, but just don't likes this guy.

OK, look, it's late.

Let's just all calm down and discuss this in the morning.

May we offer you a ride home?

- Very well. - OK, calls you later.

Give him whatever he wants.

Put the boots to him, medium-style.

Walk home, clown.

Satellite photos reveal something very disturbing at Mordhaus last night.

One of the members of Dethklok was joyriding with a clown...

A rock 'n' roll clown.

General Crozier.

His name is Dr. Rockso. He's the rock 'n' roll clown.

He does cocaine. And I'm afraid that's all we know.

It is the fool that tempts fate.

The fool can be the fly on the back of the beast.

- I think we should bring him in. - Yes.

I suppose we have to deal with nefarious characters to get close to Dethklok.

It sounds like crap. What's wrong with you?

I just can't seem to get comfortable.

I ran out of clean underwear so I'm wearing a bathing suit.

- Bathing suit? - What, not wear underwear?

- Yeah, it's called free-balling. - Yeah. I only wear underwear about...

Like, 4, 65... 65% of the time.

Otherwise, I'm, honestly just free-balling.

- That's... Really? - Oh, yeah.

In Sweden, underwear is, the kinky stuff. You know, worn as a fetish.

Yeah, but, the exciting sexual stuff is, you know, always free-balling.

Free-balling, huh? I'll give it a try.

You know, I feel pretty good. This free-balling is amazing!

You'll be paid to gather whatever you can with this camera in your hat.

And no f- around, got that, candy nose?

Oh, you just keep that cabbage coming, Daddy-o...

and Dr. Rockso's gonna get you what you want the way you want it.

Now, which one of you humps got a cigarette for Dr. Rockso?!

Just calm down and be careful. And watch out for this guy.

He means business. Stay away from him.

- I do cocaine! - Yes, I know.

Make sure no one sees you taking him out of here.

Rock 'n' roll clown.

You actually has been playing the almost the bass...

that cans be listened to lately, Murderface.