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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[gmilf_hunter]

"Whoa, is Pickle. Did you bring porns?"

[doodily_doo]

Pickles looked down at himself for a minute, frowning. "Oh, yeah, hey, man, let me just pull it out of my ass. Douchebag." Yeah, his blood sugar was really low. ...Don't worry about him.

[gmilf_hunter]

"You is bitchy todays, Pickle. What is you doings here anyway?"

[doodily_doo]

"Yeah, well. You're bitchy every day, man." He frowned, clutching defensively to his vodka. Damn, almost empty. "And, hey, I mean, you try livin' with Murderface for, like, a few weeks, dude. Cuz, uh. It ain't fun."

He kind of ignored the second part of that comment, only because... Well, he didn't even know WHERE he was. Never mind why he was there.

[agentsgent]

"... might I suggest, sir, that we summon some type of clothing for you?" God help them all, really. He was trying not to look directly at Pickles.

[doodily_doo]

...Pickles saw nothing wrong with his underwear.

"Yeh, I dunno, man, I mean, depends on what kinda clothes you got up in here, dude, you know?"

[agentsgent]

"Normally, sir, for a gentleman I would recommend a dressing gown and house shoes." He feels somehow certain that this will be rejected outright. "I am certain we can procure whatever you may deem acceptable." Wrongly deem acceptable, but he was willing to take baby steps for a man in his underwear.

[doodily_doo]

Was this one of those elf things that Toki and Nathan had been telling him about? Cuz it wasn't that ugly. Or that short. Hmm. Toki and Nathan, uh. They weren't the brightest crayons in the shed. So it could happen. "A gown?!" Pickles asked incredulously instead, wrinkling his face. "Dude. I ain't no chick, man, the fuck are you tryin'a say, huh?"

And then promptly calmed down, shrugging. "Jeans 'n a... one'a them. Muscle shirts. Without the sleeves, huh?" To show off his manly biceps. Or lack thereof.

[partyinmybrain]

"Hello, darling!" Milla beamed at him, hands clasped together. "You like music, yes? So many nice musicians here!"

[doodily_doo]

Ooh, a hot chick. A groupie, maybe? Awesome. Kinda funky hair, though. Yeah, she looked like she stepped outta Woodstock.

"Oh, hey! And, I mean. Yeah, I mean, I dig music. I DIG METAL." His voice randomly grew loud for a moment, for emphasis, before he continued. "You know."

[partyinmybrain]

"Oh I know, darling! I know just what you mean. It is not my favorite -- I like dance music so much more -- but all music has its place!"

[doodily_doo]

Dance music? Wait, wasn't that the stuff that Toki listened to? That stupid... dance game thing. "Yeah, man, I mean, I don't think that kinda thing, uh. Yeah, it ain't for me." Weirdo techno beats and that. All music most certainly did NOT have its place.

[damnfinecupof]

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.

[ugly_old_hat]

Ohh, you have liquid assets? We need funding!

[doodily_doo]

Liquid... huh-in-the-what-now? Was he talking about the vodka? Because that was definitely gone. "Er, uh. I... yeah, I think I do?" he responded back slowly, quirking an eyebrow unassuredly.

[ugly_old_hat]

Liquid assets! Moolah! Dinero! Dough! Cold hard cash!

[doodily_doo]

"Oh! Well, yeah, man, I mean, I knew that. Why, uh. Why wouldn't I know that?" His voice delved into a sort of mock huffy tone. "But yeah! I got the cash. I'm famous!" As if that explained everything.