Dethklok sat around their large table in the dimly lit room. Charles, their manager, was speaking to them about the same situation.
"The metal community wants something new from Dethklok... a um.. joining of bands if you will..." he said nervously overlooking the long table in front of him.
"What doeth cchat mean?" William Murderface, the bass player, had spoken up with his prominent lisp.
"The few fans of a band called Slaughterhouse are really wanting you guys to have a show or something... together."
"That could be fun," growled Nathan, the singer. "I've been getting kinda bored around here."
"Why ams it us?" Asked Toki, a guitarist. "Are thems trying to steals our fames!" He cried, smashing his fist on the table.
"If it was the case, you really have nothing to lose..." started Charles again. Every time he spoke with the band, he was walking on eggshells.
"It would improve your image to communicate with lesser known bands."
"Sounds good to me."
"Ja."
"Alright I will set it up."
Lol no Swedish for you in this chapter sorry they're so short.
