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Sos I took some times to thinks about my lifes and all. Its is diloes. I wents from nothings to everythings to nothings. Dat's bullshits. Nots fair. And, ah, I thinks I gots to does something abouts it. Actually, someone gots to does something abouts it for me. I a rockstar, I'm fucksing Skwisgaar Skwigelf. I don't gots to does nothing I don't wants to. I works my ass off to gets to be who I am and nobody gets to takes dat away. Nots even dese gods... Even if ones of dem is supposed to bes a really goods looking lady. And dat's another things. Whats de hell is wrong with all you ladies in dis place? Somethings is wrong with your eyes? You alls need glasses or somethings? You gots me here and yous not interesteds at all?! Nots even ones of you? Not even a little? Pft. Yous loss. Dis de best you could gets. Ask Pickle about de line I used to has in fronts of my bedroom door all de time. Days, nights, any times. Girls, boys, dey couldn'ts stay aways from me. What de hells is wrong with you peoples? But I don't cares. I goings to find a ways to get Nathan and Murderface and Toki here. We goings to restarts Dethklok. I going to brings our robots... butler.. whatsever he was back down here. We goings to run dis place just like he plan before. Yous all see. We goings to make dis place darks and brutal and yous all know real music. Yous will know Dethklok. Right, Pickle?