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[It's been a bit since we've seen Nathan on the plane, hasn't it? Well, here's our very own Dethklok front man, drinking on his couch. Just he doesn't seem to be in that great of a mood. He doesn't seem pissed off, more... reserved and almost like an upset little boy.]
Fucking Charles.
[He mutters and drinks his beer, staring forward.]
Not our fault.
[He finishes his booze, and throws the bottle at the floor, where it smashes.]
Fucking Charles.
[He mutters and drinks his beer, staring forward.]
Not our fault.
[He finishes his booze, and throws the bottle at the floor, where it smashes.]