WHY PICKLES HAS LITTLE NIPPLES. AND THE REASON WHY SKWISGAAR ONLY HAS ONE NIPPLE RING.

ONE FINE DAY! IN MORDHAUS….

"Hey, Pickles," Nathan uttered. "You know, I just, uh…I just now noticed you have like…like, really tiny nipples. Like, really tiny. Is there, uh…a reason?"

"Well, actually, there is, Nat'en." Pickles smirked, sucking a drag off his compact travel-size bong.

"Wowie, Pickle! What ams de story?" Toki's eyes widened in childish delight as he diverted his attention from the little red demon ducky he'd been playing with to the Wiscahnsinite Irish American drummer.

"Mkay. A'ight. So. Back in th'Snakes 'n' Barrels day, I was gonna gang-bang wi'these three really hot chicks. I mean, really hot. Smokin. Haht. 'Neway, I'd been drinkin' a lot, y'know, as usual. Was so fuckin hammered n'I could barely even talk right n'shit, but I ended up passin' out 'fore anything really happened." Pickles said, taking a brief sip of his vodka and returning to his story, "So anyways, woke up th'next morning all hungover'n shit, spectin' t'be s'rounded by 'em three babes, but I was inna empty fuckin bed fer Chrissakes! An' that's when I realized my fuckin nipples were bleedin'. Er, least where my nipples used t'be. I sat up 'n saw a knife in th'bed, jest fuckin soaked'n blood. Looked round th'room and saw one a'em on th' fuckin floor, but couldn't find th'other. So I d'cided t' jest take th'one I had t'the hahspital and wait fer a fuckin motherdouche dahcter t'sew th'fuckin thing back on."

"Oh, brutal, like Jean Pierre?" Nathan interrupted, laughing a bit at Pickle's story.

"Yeah, well, I gots my nipples pierceted" Skwisgaar near shouted.

"Eh, I had both a'mine pierced back in th'day, fuckin chain c'nectin 'em, but anyways, back t'm'story. So dere I was, waitin in'th'hospital fer a fuckin douchebag doctor t'sew my nipple back on, but by th'time he got there, motherfucker said it was too late, and he'd have to sew my gaddamn bleedin nippleless chest holes t'gether. So, he did, and ended up hookin' me up wi'these prosthetic nipples. They're actually pretty sweet." Pickles said, grabbing one of the prosthetic nipples and YANKING it off of his chest. Much like a suction cup.

Unfortunately, Toki was had not been paying very good attention to the end of Pickle's story and didn't hear the prosthetic part.

"Oh wowie Pickle, that's a neat trick, I bets Skwisgaar can do it too!"

"Toki, nooOOOOoo!" Skwisgaar screamed like a little BITCH. But it was too late. Toki reached over and brutally RIPPED Skwisgaar's left nipple completely off by its ring.

"Ooooooow!" Skwisgaar wailed, looking at his nipple, or at least where it used to be, in disbelief.

"Oh my gad, Toki you just like, ripped his nipple off man, what's wrong with you?" Pickles asked.

"Yeah, now we have to take him to like…get it put back on…you know…with a doctor." Nathan said.

"Or we could jusht do it ourshelves. I mean, only chicksh need them, nipplesh are kinda gay for guysh. Maybe we should jusht cut oursh off. I'm gonna cut mine off right now…" Murderface trailed off as he pulled his knife out and began to HACK his nipples off.

"Well yeah, but I needs mine for de piercings and de chains and de rings, you know, ja, is for de ladies!" Skwisgaar smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Dood, check dis out. NIPPLE TYAG, YER IT!" Pickles screamed and stuck his prosthetic nipple to Toki's forehead, causing a chain reaction of cutting nipples off and throwing them at each other violently. 'Cept for Skwisgaar, who saw need in keeping his one nipple that was still left.

Suddenly Ofdensen entered the room, rifling through a stack of papers, not glancing up at Dethklok as he spoke. "All right, boys, it seems we have a bit of a problem on our ha—" And then he glanced up. "….um, boys, what the hell is going on in here?"