We all know the usual drunken escapades that Dethklok manages to get into... This particular one, however is just a bit different from the norm. Due to a brainstorm that mutated in Pickles' head, the band went out 'drunk shopping'. Having the assisting Klokateers sworn to secrecy, off went the most brutal band in the world... in a "woman's unmentionables" store. The first one to actually TRY ON anything was Skwisgaar (to absolutely nobody's surprise).
"Hey looks everybody, I's a beautiful lady with boobses!" the Swede announced to the entire store, stumbling around with a lacy pink bra and no shirt. The band mates, being completely intoxicated off their million dollar asses, snickered and began doing the same. Thank whatever demi-lord icon there was that nobody other than the band was in the store.
As soon as Toki copied everyone else, him and Skwisgaar got into yet another "stops copies me" fight. Murderface... well, let's just say you'd want to be blind if you entered that store, much to your misfortune. The drinking and imitating soon got up to the point where Pickles and Nathan were wearing thongs over their pants. Oh yeah, it was a sight to see!
Hours went by, and eventually, the store was about to close (that, and Murderface made any women that walked inside the store vomit all over the floor). This is where it really gets interesting. After all, what's not interesting about Dethklok drunkenly stumbling through the streets with undergarments over their clothes? It doesn't need much detail, but let's just say the group had caused several accidents just by being Dethklok. Of course, it was un-brutal as Dethklok could get. Hilarious, but not brutal at all.
It took a lot of effort for the Klokateers to convince the band to get in the limo to be driven back to Mordland. The ride seemed longer than it actually was, considering the chaos that managed to be created by five grown men- members of the most dark and brutal band known to existence- drunkenly giggling and bickering in bras and panties.
"Meean, th-that was fuckin'... I don't even know, dood." "STOPS COPIES ME!" "NO, YOU STOPS COPIES ME!" "Murderface, you totally look your grandma, but... with a, uh... mustache." "OH THATSH IT, LEMME AT 'IM!" As their ride came to a stop, Mordhaus was invaded by hammered, gender-confused band members hollering at each other.
"Ah, I'm glad that you guys are..." Their manager, Charles Foster Ofdensen, blankly stared at them all. "... back..." Blinking several times, he scanned over their 'attire'. "I'll, uh... be working on some..."
"For the record, I tried."
Quickly walking out of the room, he decided it would be best to worry about things in the morning. "Alrights then, butlers man." "See ya, butlers man!"
"... Stops copies me."