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[onehundredbeers]

[The call transfers to voicemail.]


Hi, this is Nathan Explosion of Dethklok. I can't come to the phone now, I'm probably in a concert... playing golf... you know, something where I wouldn't have a fucking phone with me. Leave a message and I'll call you back, jackoff.

Comments

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah. They sound a bit different from live shows, though. On older albums, I edited Murderface out. Newer ones, Knubbler did it at my order. And all the guitars are Skwisgaar. Usually.

[oliverplus]

Well, hey, at least I'd still hear you!

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah. I'll, uh, send them through the mail. Should get there, you know, eventually. I don't quite fucking get how mail goes through universes. I guess somebody at the shop delivers mail or some shit.

[oliverplus]

I'll be looking forward to it! Cheers, Nathan. I owe you. [and not just for the music]

[onehundredbeers]

No, you don't. Seriously, I have got so many albums fucking laying around the house. I get a bunch of copies for free to give to friends or family and, uh. They just rot. I usually melt them or throw them out the window like Frisbees. Like what you'd do with fucking, you know, free AOL internet CDs.

[oliverplus]

Yeah, well, I still owe you. [pauses] So uh...see you later, then?

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah. [And then sudden awkward quick reply.] Uh, bye.

[And he immediately hangs up to go deal with Murderface.]