This is it... This is the last chapter. I hope you like it.

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Toki sat down on a bar stool as he prepared to watch Skwisgaar audition. He felt sick. Skwisgaar was amazing, and he knew that the band would see that. He continued to hope that Skwisgaar would screw up, but it didn't happen. He played beautifully, in a sense that it was the most brutal metal anyone in the room had ever heard.

Toki put his head down on the table, a little too hard, "Owie," he mumbled softly, "Dis sucks."

"That was, uh-" the black haired man started, "really- well, really good."

"I knows," Skwisgaar said, "I ams de fastest guitars players ever, dat I knows of. Probablies the fastest guitar players in de worlds."

"Very impreschive," the man with the moustache agreed, "we need a guitarischt, and I think you're pretty good..."

"Well, maybee I'm just too drunk to make this call, but I think we should hire em both," the man with red dreadlocks suggested.

Toki looked up from the table.

"Uh-" the black haired man responded, "What would we do with two guitarists?"

"Well, Nat'en," the red-haired man continued, "I don't know about you, but I kind of noticed that the taller one seemed like a perfect lead guitarist, right? And then the kid over there, you know, well, there was a lot more rhythm guitar I heard in his audition, you know? We could hire em both. Lead guitar and rhythm guitar..." he continued, "Or, whatever; I might just be drunk."

"Schounds okay to me," the man with the moustache agreed, "I think we might need to run it by our manager, so we'll be right back."

The three men walked out of the bar, leaving Toki and Skwisgaar alone.

"I wills be hired for sures," Skwisgaar gloated.

Toki looked up at him, "I hates you," he said.

"I knows," Skwisgaar replied, "but you hads to knows dat I woulds tries outs too, eh? For de metals band? Obviouslies, Toki, heh? Think about it."

"Dey better hire me too," Toki said.

"And den what if dey don'ts hm?" Skwisgaar asked him, "Whats you is goings to do den, hm? If dey don'ts hires you?"

"Dey will!" Toki said, looking around the bar, noticing that there was no one there to stop him from drinking. He picked up a bottle and started drinking from it.

Skwisgaar and Toki turned around as the three men and other man who was wearing a suit walked into the bar.

"Good afternoon," the man in the suit greeted them, "My name is Charles Ofdensen, the band manager, and I'd like to congratulate both of you on your skills. The band has decided to hire you both."

Tokismiled, though he couldn't help but feel a little bit angry, as he had wanted to be in a band which would exclude Skwisgaar.

"I knews dat I would be hired," Skwisgaar said.

Toki glared at him, and they all stood in silence for a minute.

"Well," Charles began, "Why don't you all introduce yourselves to each other?"

"Oh-" the black haired man said, "I'm Nathan Explosion," he offered, and then looked at Skwisgaar and then to Toki, "I sing... I'm the, uh-lyricist. I write songs... and I sing them."

"Dat's cool," Toki said, "I'm Toki, and dis is Skwisgaar," he said, pointing to Skwisgaar.

The red haired man was completely drunk, and had not been paying attention to what was going on, and the man with the moustache simply stood with his arms folded. Therefore, Charles decided to introduce them.

"This is William Murderface," Charles said, motioning toward the man with the moustache, "And over here," he said indicating the red-haired man, who swayed slightly, "is Pickles, the drummer."

They all stood in silence for a minute longer. "You guys want to get drunk?" Nathan asked.

"Wowee," Toki said under his breath. They didn't know that he was under-aged. However, he was not about to inform them of this fact.

"Well," Charles said, "You guys know where I'll be, if you need me," he told them as he walked out of the bar.

The five of them sat at the pub, and got quite drunk. While they were drunk they contemplated what they would call their band, writing down their options on a napkin. Eventually, they decided to call themselves Dethklok. When they had sobered the following morning, none of them could recall the logic explaining why they had chosen the name, but they all agreed that they approved of it.

The band was the most successful band in history, and they lived like kings, if kings were irresponsible and often partook in drinking, various drugs, and accidently causing brutal deaths at concerts which they stared in.

While Toki was angry that Skwisgaar was in fact in his band, he was also glad that he was there. In all of his life, Skwisgaar had been his closest friend. He had lived with Skwisgaar for a long time, and though he often felt like he hated him, he could hardly imagine what his life would be if Skwisgaar was not a part of it. Skwisgaar, though he acted as though he could not care less if Toki was accepted into the band, was quite relieved that they were both hired. He considered it his obligation to watch over Toki, and he had to admit that the young guitarist was a close second to his own guitar skills.

The band grew close, in a sort of way. They cared about each other, but sometimes they could not hate each other any more if they tried. It was like a family without parents; just 5 immature brothers, who loved and hated each other; It was exactly what a death metal band should be.

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I've never been good endings... Hopefully this is good enough. :) Please review, and let me know how I did. :)