Dethklok and Metallica sat in the bar. The bar was known as Jimi's Tavern, but it wasn't all that popular. The seats were not all that comfortable, and the booze they served was no where near cold. You had to bring a tub of ice to get it cold enough to drink...so they brought one in with them.

They didn't go to dinner, but went straight here. Yeah, there was food here, but all the bands had with them was a cup of booze for each member, and a big bag of pretzels. Even Hetfield was drinking. Everyone was having some fun, talking random shit, and fucking with the bar tender, who was on the verge of losing it. William was standing on his bar stool, dancing and singing.

"Our brains are on fire with the feeling to kill...and we won't go away until our booze is refilled!"

"Oh you fucking know it!" Hetfield said loudly.

"Hell yeah! Dude!" Pickles said in applause.

"Will you please sit down, sir?!" the bar tender asked sternly.

William sighed, and sat down. "What a fucking party crsher...I mean am I wrong?"

"Fuck man, I know...what a fucking jerk." Hammett said after taking a sip.

They were talking loud enough for the bar tender to hear them, but he didn't make any notice that he heard.

"Man...I gotta be like really...really...really.........really....really fucking honest right now...I can't fuckin' wait until Saturday...I mean...shit......errr....fuu-...damn...lost my fuckin train of thought...I feel like eating some fucking chips."

"Aww, man! Chips sound soooo good right now, man!" Lars said. "Some chips with some fucking salsa shit man!"

"Whoa, dude! I know...salsa totaly blows my mind whenever I have it." Pickles said.

"No fucking way!"

"Dude, like, totally fucking way!"

"I've chugged a bottle before!"

"Whoa...reall? There's no point in that really...I mean...no chips with that?"

"Fuck chips man..."

"Dude a second ago, you were giving chips praise with salsa."

"No I wasn't...I fuckin' hate chips!"

Throughout that conversation, everyone else was just having a good time. It was all a low profile until another customer walked in and ordered his drink. He looked over, his eyes widened, and he shouted out.

"HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE FUCKING DETHKLOK AND METALLICA!"

Lars, who was the closest to the supposed fan, looked over. "Yeah, and who the fuck are you? Johnny Cash?"

"HOLY SHIT YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! METALLICA AND DETHKLOK TOGETHER!"

"Dude, just shut up...we don't like talking to fans while we drink..." Nathan said.

"Yeahs...yous know...wes just don't feels like talkings in dis drukens moods we ins right nows." Skwisgaar said, sloppily.

"I CAN GET AS DRUNK AS YOU AND THEN CAN WE TALK?!"

"NO! GO AWAY!" Nathan said.

"I know how to settle this......guys." Kirk said. With that, he smashed a nearby empty bottle open and stabbed the guys chest with the half he held.

"WHOA! I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO DO THAT!" Nathan said.

"Awesome! Kirk High five!" James said.

The fan was on his knees. "Ohhhhhhh shit....fuck..."

The bartender had seen enough. "Okay you guys...out...NOW! I should have kicked you out glasses ago. I'm calling the cops."

"NO!" the fan said. "Dude, you honestly don't know how this feels...killed by fucking Kirk Hammett...what a fucking honor...what a fucking...hon..." he died.

"Please just get out. Take your keys, and go. I don't care if you die in an accident. Just go!"

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The groups left and drove out into a neighborhood. They had two stopped. "We're here." James said, still drunk. "Careful, man. I know a drink won't kill you, but don't kill yourself." Lars said. James smiled. "Hey, it's a one-time event in a few days. Let's have some fun."

Nathan walked over. "What are we doing here?"

"This is the address of Eric Daveston. He is a die-hard fan of Dethklok, and has a ticket for our concert in three days. But he made a critical error a few days ago. Follow my lead." Lars said.

The bands walked up his porch, and knocked. Eric answered and his eyes widened.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RELARS ULRICH! AND FUCKING NATHAN EXPLOSION AND..."

"Shut up kid, we understand you got your hands on a setlist for the concert a few days from now?"

"Yeah...so what?"

"I'll show you, 'so what.' Kirk!"

Kirk walked up, and shot him in the chest with a shotgun.

"WHAT THE FU-"

"Dick." Lars said, "Let's finish the job!"

"WHOA whoa!" Nathan said. "We just did murder. What's this about?"

"You kill those who get their hands on setlist don't you?" James said.

"Oh yeah! We mutilate the shit out of them!" Murderface said.

"So let's have some fun and finish the job!" Robert said.

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The house was burned to the ground, and Eric's head was put on a spike, and his body strewn about his yard. A sign was posted in his yard, with the words,

"A WARNING TO YOU OTHER MP3 DOWNLOADERS, STEALERS, AND OTHER SHITHEADS OUT THERE WHO FUCK WITH US!"

And a piece of paper, claiming immunity to the act.