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The band re materialized inside an odd looking facility. As the band members came intoRobotnik's base, the first thing that blew them away was the fact that they were now in some sort of cartoonish looking world. Everything just didn't seem as real as their world, like it was drawn in by some crazt hands.

As Sleet and the SWAT bots came through the portal behind them, Dingo, who was standing by the console, activated a switch and the portal began to close. The band watched, almost in horroras the doorway to their world faded away. Dingo walked away from the console and randomly approached Kirk.

"Can I have your autographs?" He said, in his less than intelligent tone.

While the band was again caught off guard by yet another strange creature, Dr. Robotnik walked into the room, a smile across his face. The first one to look up was James, whose eyes widened at the site of him.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. The rest of the band looked up.

"Ah yes, the earth band is here." Robotnik said, some excitement in his voice. James continued to stare in surprise, not sure what to make all of this.

"You must be…" He stammered.

Robotnik cut him off.

"Yes, no need for praise. I am of course, the great doctor…"

James blurted out his sentence.

"You must be the fattest fucker I think I've ever seen."

Robotnik was caught off guard.The rest of the band tried to contain their laughter. Even Sleet chuckled at the joke.The doctor'sface turned red with anger.

"I wouldn't insult me if I were you…Mr. Hetfield."

James shut up quick.

"How the hell did you know…?"

Robotnik smirked.

"Oh, I know a few things about your little band."

He motioned to each of the members.

"Kirk Hammet, your lead guitarist, Jason Newsted, your bass player, and of course, Lars Ulrich, your drummer."

The band glanced at each other. If this guy thought he had anything on them, he was wrong.That information didn't mean a thing. Who hasn't heard of them? But Robotnik continued.

"You are the band known on your planet as Metallica, and according to what we've gathered, you are the most popular band on your planet, and one of the most influential ever to come together."

"You flatter us, really." Jason said, sarcastically. "But can you skip to the part why the hell we're in this weird ass place?"

Robotnik glared at Jason, not saying a word to him. When he spoke, he spoke to everyone.

"You are here because you are needed for a special plan I have in mind..."

"What?" Kirk asked. "You need us to perform a few concerts for you?"

Robotnik smiled.

"And here I took you for a bunch of musical buffoons. You are exactly right, Mr. Hammet. The plan I have in mind involves your musical talents, as well as…"

Lars interrupted.

"Hey, you fat fuck, FYI, in case you forgot, we left our instruments back on our planet. We won't be doin' shit without things to play with. You should've thought before you grabed our asses and hauled us here."

Robotnik glanced angrily at him, but quickly cooled down and continued like nothing happened.

"Like I was saying, the plan will greatly involve your musical talents. For this, I have had my robots craft special instruments for you to perform with, so we wouldn't have to go through al the trouble of transporting your original eqipment."

He glanced at Lars.

"That clear it up for you, Mr. Ulrich?"

Lars didn't make any sort of reply. Robotnik nodded.

"Right then, on with the show."

He took out a remote and pressed a button, and suddenly a trap door opened next to the band, and out of it rose a stage like platform.

The guys stood in awe as gleaming new guitars stood before them, each one an exact copy of the ones theyused on earth. Behind this, a complete drum set stood waiting and ready, with all the symbols, as well as the double bass, configured to lars' exact preferences.

Robotnik laughed at the expressions on their faces.

"I had a feeling those would sway you a little.These were made based on your original instruments, but with a few improvements. Go ahead, try them out."

The guys walked up to the platform and went to their proper instruments. They were a perfect fit; everything was already adjusted where they needed to be. James was the first to say something.

"Hope you don't mind, but what exactly is the difference between these and what we normally play with?"

"That, Mr. Hetfield, lies within the instument. And it is the master part of the plan, besides you, of course."

As the rest of the band admired their instruments Robotnik continued.

"You see, inside the guitars and drums lie special chips. These are very sensitive, but emit high-energy signals each time you play a song. These signals can be coded into whatever I want them to be, and whatever I want the audience to really hear."

"Really hear?" James asked, quizzically.

"Why yes. I believe the term on your planet is called, subliminal messages."

The band looked up at Robotnik all at once.

"What kind of messages are you talking about here?" Kirk asked.

"Why, messages that will bring the entire population of Mobius under my control."

Everyone looked up, shocked. They knew now that this guy wasn't just a weird professor, but he had one big ass screw loose. They all slowly put down their instruments.

"Listen, pal," Jason said, "We ain't the band that puts that kind of shit into our music." Lars backed him up. "Yeah, go find some other fuckers to do this for you, cause we ain't doin' shit. You ain't taking over no world putting messages into our music."

Robotnik frowned and shook his head.

"I was afraid you'd say that. I didn't quite expect you'd take to the idea so quickly anyway."

He pressed another button on his remote, and almost instantly, SWAT bots surrounded the band.

"Perhaps you need some time in confinement to think this over."

He turned to the bots.

"Take them away."

The SWAT bots moved in and each grabbed a band member.

"I'll await your reply. Do think it over, Metallica. I wouldn't want to…force…the decision on you."

With that, the bots began dragging the band toward a large hallway at the far end of the room. When they were gone, Sleet looked up at Robotnik.

"Do you think they'll really come around, Doctor?"

Robotnik smiled evilly. "They don't have any choice."