Stops Copyings Me
Nathan Explosion wandered through the mansion muttering to himself. "Blood..Mud…Flood…Glud. Is glud even a word?"
He passed through the living room, where the rest of the band was hanging out. "Glud, yeah. It sounds metal - really metal. Hey Skwisgaar, hey Skwisgaar. Mud? No did that one already."
He stopped. Something was wrong. Let's see, blood, mud, flood, glud, Skwisgaar, Skwisgaar. That's it.
"Hey, uh, guys. Why are there two Skwisgaars?"
One of the Skwisgaars said, "He is Tokis! He paints his hairs to looks likes me!"
"No," the other Skwisgaars said. "He is Tokis! He paints his hairs to looks likes me!"
They both jumped up. "Stops copyings me!" one of them yelled.
"You stops copyings me!"
They continued yelling at each other, getting closer until their faces were only inches apart. Their fists were clenched.
"Fightsch, fightch." Murderface yelled. "Whoschever winsch is Skwishgaarsch."
Both skwisgaars punched each other at the same time and fell into a rolling, punching pile of Norwiegan fury.
"Maybe we should stops them," Pickles said, but he didn't make any move toward them. One of the fighter grabbed the other and head-butted him, leaving him unconscious.
"I wins!" he yelled. "Oh noes. Is he bes deads?"
He shook the other man. "I'm sorry I kills you. I will gives to you the vikings funerals." He turned away, and the man on the floor opened an eye. He swept the grieving man's feet from him and jumped on his back.
"Says it! Says I ams Skwisgaars."
"Nevers!"
Both men turned to Nathan. "Say whos be Skwisgaars, Nathans."
He looked at both of them. "I don't know. I got stuff to do." He left the room, still looking for rhymes.
"Wait!" one of the Skwisgaars yelled. "How does we knows whos the reals Skwisgaars?"
"Dudes, you don't know?" Pickles asked. "How much of a douchbag are you two."
"I don't knows eithers," the other Skwisgaar yelled.
"AAAHH," they both yelled in unison.
"AAAHH," Pickles and Murderface yelled. Actually, Pickles yelled, while Murderface yelled and broke a lamp.
Their manager entered the room. "Good afternoon boys. Having a yell-fest are we?
Skwisgaar," he nodded to one of the twins.
"Toki," he nodded to the other twin."
"That's amazings," the newly named Toki said. "Hows did you beings known that I was Tokis? I forgots which ones I was."
"Boys, I'm your manager. I would be remiss in my duties if I couldn't tell you apart because of a simple hair color change."
"I knew the whole time," Murderface said. "I was just waiting for them to say."
"Of course you were Murderface," the manager said.
He turned to Toki. "The next time you wish to play such a prank, I would suggest not wearing a shirt that says, "Toki loves all de womens."
He left the room. Toki stared down at his shirt. "Well, looks at that's."
"I totally noticed that," Murderface said.
"No yous didn'ts!" Toki and Skwisgaar both yelled at the same time.
"STOPS COPYINGS ME!" the two yelled.