"Uhh…" Nathan eyed the rhythm guitarist vacantly in contrast to the bright eyed and bushy tailed other.

"…Sos…whats it ams-"

"It's not a uh..secret. It's just a thing. That is mine. And is none of your business. Because I just need Skwisgaar."

Said Swede was heavily engrossed into the conversation as his usual composure was the opposite of what he was now. What did they take…? Nathan sat next the guitarists on the ground, having realized that this conversation was going to be a lot longer than he would've liked. Skwisgaar crossed his arms as the frontman lowered himself, smirking at Toki and gesturing with his eyebrows at Toki. That of which was replied with a confused expression and a gentle scoff. Skwisgaar's eyes widened as he moved his entire form towards the frontman, gesturing absurdly towards Nathan and nodding his head upwards. The rhythm guitarist's eyelids fell as he gave up on trying to decipher whatever the hell the other was insinuating.

"You know we can speak another language, right?"

"Ja, I know but like, isn't that disrespectful or something?"

"Skwisgaar. You're the world's fastest guitarist and the world's biggest asshole and you're concerned with being disrespectful to the guy that won't even-"

"Just because I'm amazing doesn't mean I have no manners-"

"Hey. Fuckers. I still need…assistance."

Both guitarists look towards Nathan, taken aback.

"Wows Nathans don'ts yous know it ams a disrespecks to interrupt a conversations."

"Jas Nathans. The fucks ams wrongs with yous."

With each word, Toki's voice raised a higher pitch as he crossed his arms and furrowed his brows at the frontman. The focus was shifted between the brunette and the blonde for several minutes.

"Hm."

"PICKLES!" The frontman got up quickly to move in front of the drummer still stuck in dreamy haze. Both guitarists following his gaze and muttering in their native tongues to eachother about "the disrespect". Unfortunately, he was met with silence as pickles was still lost in space.

"Pickles. Hey uh, wake… up?"

"He'sh dead."

The voice had startled everyone as every conscious participant looked to the left of pickles at Murderface crouched forward, knife being twirled between his fingers. His eyes were closed as he addressed them making him seem that much more philosophical and insightful even though he wasn't wearing any pants; one philosophical testicle just peeking out of his black briefs.

"He'sh been dead for almosht…ten minutesh now."

"Pickle amn't dead Moiderfa-"

"Check hish PULCSHEEEE." A Philosophical banshee scream spurred them all with a shiver of fear. Nathan daringly moved two fingers towards the drummer's neck; eyes wide and shoulders hunched as he briefly looked over towards the guitarists who were both just as shaken as he was in silence. He could already feel the heat radiating off of Pickles; anxiety causing his fingers to shake. He doubted the others was dead but something about the way Murderface said it just made him sweat just a little bi-

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAA!"

The guitarists were closer to each other than they were before Nathan left them, mouths open in silent screams.

"WHAT THE FUCK PICKLE-"

"I FECKIN GOT YER ASS DOOD I SWEAR TA GAD-"

He didn't mean to punch pickles, it just sort of happened and it was too late to go back on it now; especially since said punch knocked the drummer out cold.

"Well he'sh fuckin' dead now."