Pickles (the drummer) (doodily doo ding dong doodily doodily doo) ; Metalocalypse

[doodily_doo]

((Okay'd by zee Dethklok muns!))

Definitely not as cool as Mordhaus. But hey. Any kind of castle's pretty brutal.

What looks like just about the only man to be able to be just about totally Irish and pull off a dreadlock'd comb-over suddenly appeared in the middle of the sorting room, giant cloud of TOTALLY METAL smoke wafting out through the

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Cooper charged into the Sorting Room, his facial restraint dangling limply from one hand, his feline face contorted in a snarl.

"I ... can't ... take it anymore! I need to eat your face!"

[doodily_doo]

Pickles blinked once at Cooper, not... entirely sure... at all... what to make of this... He was pretty sure it was the first time he'd gotten a threat to have his face eaten. "That, uh. That's pretty metal," he mumbled slowly, as if that would... somehow stave off the freaky cat thing.

[damnfinecupof]

Cooper covered his face with his paws and let out an anguished yowl.

It might have been construed as a metal yowl.

[doodily_doo]

TOTALLY a metal yowl. Pickles' eyes jumped open again, looking impressed as he idly waved the empty vodka bottle at him. "Dude. That could, uh. That could totally be in a song, man, yeah! And it could be all... DETHKAT. Or, you know, somethin'." Just an idea.

[damnfinecupof]

"Dethkat ... EATING THE FACES OF THE INNOCENT," wailed Coop.

[doodily_doo]

Man! This thing was so brutal! "YEAH!" Pickles agreed enthusiastically, holding up the bottle again and... narrowly missing smashing it on the both of the two. "Face-eating, man!" Which could totally be another song. FACE-EATING FELINE.

[damnfinecupof]

Cooper began to clumsily flail about with his facial restraint. His paws were unable to manipulate its straps. He yowled in frustration and pain. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE DALAI LAMA, HELP ME!"

[doodily_doo]

Llamas were pretty metal too. And so were those straps, what the hell. "Hey, man, what the fuck is that thing anyway? Some kinda. ...Muzzle. Or some shit." He resisted to urge to poke at it.

[damnfinecupof]

"It's a muzzle! To keep me from DEVOURING THE FACES OF EVERY HUMAN I MEET," Cooper screeched.

[doodily_doo]

"Aw, man, I mean, that's, uh, that's pretty lame, man, face-eating's pretty brutal." No. Like, seriously brutal. If Pickles could even begin to work a coffee machinetoaster, he'd probably try to help the guy get the thing off.