"Today's case is being called the music trial of the decade." "Dethklok versus Dethklok." "And it's made its way here to the Supreme Court." "William Murderface and Toki Wartooth have taken" "Explosion, Pickles and Skwigelf to war over songwriting residuals - the backend profits on all their records." "Your honor, my clients make up two fifths of the highest selling Death Metal band of all time." "Yet they are being treated like second class citizens." "Good people of the court, we believe we need to be treated fairly and have an equal five way split on all songwriting residuals." "Hey, whats ams residuals?" "Ugh, Toki." "We're at the Supreme Court and you ask that now?" "Look, they're like little things that mean you get paid lots of money for writing songs like those guys." "Buts we don't even write songs." "Hows can we gets regiskuals?" "Toki shut up!" "Why are you sitting on their side!" "We're suing them!" "Uhhhhh, your honor?" "Please strike my stupid idiot bandmate's comments from the record." "He's, uh, Norwegian and he doesn't have a great command of the language." "Hey, Murderface." "We not gonna wins." "I already tolds you!" "Why ams we askins for requipicles when we aints songs writers?" "People of the court, these guys are total dildos." "This is a waste of court time!" "Perhaps I can help us all to put an end to this." "Mr. Murderface and Mr. Wartooth do not contribute on a writing level so they do not receive writers credit, residuals, etc." "I've submitted all contracts signed by them that show this." "That's bullshit!" "They do however get a 2% back-end on record sales." "I don't have to tell you folks that in this business, with this band that is a great deal of money at the end of the fiscal year." "They're multi-billionaires." "Case closed!" "Picture time, fuck you." "You two over there you back there." "Hey Jim, fuck you, too." "This isn't faiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr!" "# Doodily ding dong tick-tock #" "# Dethklok!" "Dethklok!" "Dethklok!" "Dethklok!" "#" "No hard feelings about the lawsuit, right guys?" "And no hard feelings to either of you two." "Sorry about assassinating your characters earlier" "Toki, Murderface, you understand " " Whatever!" " No problems!" "Well we still have to work together." "What's that Nathan?" "I hear you grunting." "Why don't you just say what's on your mind?" "You just sued us!" "Why don't you guys get a ride home in a fucking different car?" "Why should I?" "I mean, come on " "We're all going to the same place." "What's wrong with carpooling?" "I don't know, I just don't wanna be around you." "Feel like you're gonna fucking sue me for breathing too loud or something." "Well I would if I could collect, but it's pretty clear how things are!" "Ugh." "New caller - Roy Cornickleson head of Crystal Mountain Records." "Hey boys." "Good to see you all together again!" "Looks like you finally buried the hatchet!" "I'm calling again now that all this business is over to remind you of the new deadlines for your song demos." "Roy, as you can see, things have been a little crazy." "But maybe we can work out " "I'm going to need it by the 17th." "No later." "Goodbye." "The 17th is gonna be tough." "Yeah, and we got that winery opening to go to." " Yeah the ones ins France." " Shhhh." "What?" "Gos to France?" "Nothing..." "How comes me and Moidaface amments inviteds to France?" "It's a little out of your price range, okay?" "So we didn't wants to talks to you about it." "Oh, that is sooo fucked up." "We're fucking going to France!" "Why so you can go and complain about prices and guilt us into paying for everything?" "Yeah, that works for me!" "That's it." "Pull the car over." "Murderface, get out." "You're walking!" "How do you like that?" "Left out in the cold." "# Everyone's mad at Murderface" "Everyone's being mean to me" "Nobody gives me residuals" "Fucking dick individuals" "Fuck those dicks why can't they see" "I'm the fucking foundation of this five-piece" "I lay down the soul I lay down the heart but they try to fuckin' tear me apart" "Nothing in this world's worth working for" "If it don't come easy then it's dumb and fucking boring" "You better serve it up on a silver fucking platter" "I ain't breaking a sweat 'cause it don't really matter" "Nothing in this world shouldn't not be easy" "If it means my comfort's challenged" "It will make me queasy" "I ain't gonna do stuff give a bro a break" "Why is stuff so hard" "Why can't everything be easy # #" "Why can't it be easy, man?" "Man, even singing this song is hard." "They gotta make everything hard." "I should hire someone to sing this song." "That would be easy." "Then I'd have to tell 'em how to sing it." "Then I'd have to pay 'em." "Where am I gonna get the money?" "See, everything leads into everything else and it makes it so hard, man." "That's why people kill themselves." "SKWISGAAR Okay, so... the riffs is something's like dat's." "Great, yeah, Sure, right that's cool." "I'll drum up some nonsense words to tide the label over, and we can act all offended and shit when they don't understand what we're saying." "Cool?" "Yeah." "Cool." "That always buys us some time." "We gotta get some songs in this record, Toki!" "Well I don't gots nothing!" "Well neither do I!" "Check it out, I did some research" "And it says here," "If we're in the room while songs are being created and we chime in enough and confuse them we can get a bigger share of the publishing." "So whats do we does?" "We talk a lot and confuse them, you idiot!" "Oh fucks you." "So I plans on doing dis riffs for a couple bars you know, and uh..." "Right, and I'm just blasting through that." "Okay that's good." "Yeah yeah yeah." "Okay, so I'm playing this for a little whiles" " And then I change " " Change" " I Changes the riff..." " Change the riff." " Downs to like a half time..." " Down to like a half time" "Like a half times parts that I comes up withs..." "Half Time... part..." "that I... comes up with... ya know and then somethings in a different key..." "Yeah something... different key." " Uuuuuh," " Uuuhhh." " Thens..." " Then." " Thens." "That's wheres thats concludes that parts..." "Thats where that concludes... part." "wheres thats concludes thats parts!" " Of the sections." " Of thes sections." " Of the sections." "Okay." "Well yep." "You guys catch that?" "Me and Toki and Skwisgaar just wrote that thing." "Knubbler?" "You wanna write that down?" "Sorry Pickles, Nathan." "Yeah we got it!" "Okay, so" " I'm sorry, what do you want me to write down?" "That!" "The thing we just came up with!" "Me, Toki uhhh, notarize it." "Whatever!" "Fucking collaboration." "Okay, I'm writing down that you repeated everything that Skwisgaar said after he said it." "And me toos!" "I repeats everythings also." "Hold on, hold on." "Then Toki repeats everything afterwards, too." "Okay?" " Thanks yous!" " No, no!" "We were all collaborating on that part together!" "No!" "That wasn't collaboration, that was repetition." "You repeated everything he was saying." "We're not fucking idiots, okay?" "Fucking fine." "Then I'm writing my own bass part!" "No fucking help from you guys!" "Got it?" "Solo credit!" "Show me that again?" "It's just ridings on the low E." "It's likes a gallop." "We does dis it in every songs." "MURDERFACE I can't see what you're doing!" "Why don'ts you gives to me your bass" "I shows you how to does it." "Oh, no no no you don't." "I'm doing it." "Me." "I see what you're doing." "I'm gonna nail this shit." "And you fuckers will see what I bring to the table!" "My lords, your food has arrived." "What is that?" "Is that olives?" "Olive topping on some pita bread?" "Murderface can we just get this down?" "It's been, like, 4 hours, baby!" "I got it, man!" "Just press record!" "Alright, here it comes." "There." "Did it." "One take Willie." "I'm gettin me some of that pita." "Sounded like shit." "Yeah." "Sounded fucking awful." "I can hear you." "It's fine!" "Fucking fix it in Pro Tools!" "Uhhh, I don't know there, Willy." "It's uuuuuh..." "I'm sorry, are you being insubordinate?" "Do you want to tell Charles you're insubordinate?" "Because I fucking will!" "Fucking try me." "Try me." "Fix it..." "I'm taking five." "I'm fucking starving over here." "It's going to be a long night, baby!" "Okay, here's what I got." "Check it out." "That's all that I could do." "I'm not a miracle worker." "What do you think Murderface?" "I'll just redoes it myself." "I'll just not sleep for a few days as usual." "Yeah, but first let's eat, okay?" "Guys, looks like you're working real hard." "That's great." "Your DethJet to France is now pre-boarding." "These fucking guys." "It takes twice as long to record with them in the fucking room." "We gotsta satisfy dere egos just so we can undoes everything and tricks them into thinkings they plays on the record." "Just so they turn around and fucking sue us." "At least we can enjoy some wine in France." "TOKI:" "Wells, how ams we supposed to know its cost 150 bucks just to get in?" "Nobody tolds me that." "I fucking knew it." "You fly all the way fucking to France just to not go to a fucking wine tasting because you're too fucking cheap." "Well I can't rationalize spending that kind of money." "Not now, not with the way the economy is." "We'll wait outside." "So both of you are just gonna sit here and wait outside the entire time?" "What else are we gonna do?" "Go ahead, go in." "Have fun." "We'll be out here, not having any fun... standing." "Ughhhhh." "Fine, c'mon." "C'mon." "I'm paying for you." " Pickles... don't." " C'mon." "I don't wanna hear it." "Oh, thanks, Pickle!" "Hey buddy, you sure about this?" "Don't talk to me anymore." "Just go inside." "I just want to make sure it's okay." "You're doing this for you... right?" "Go inside." "Are you sure?" "Get inside!" "Hey." "Wake up fuckers." "Wake up." "Pay attention." "No, look at me." "Listen, we can't take your bullshit anymore." "We can't fucking handle it." "We've given you a lot of chances and you know what?" "We're kicking you out of the band!" "They can't kick us out of the band, can they?" "Yes they can." "It's a majority rule situation here." "Think of it this way." "You're on suspension." "A month long suspension, and if at the end of this term, everyone feels the same way, we'll go through with your departure, divide up the assets, etc." "But for now, you will live here but you guys are both on musical suspension." "You mean like I'm a fucking badass cop who just took things too far?" "Sure." "Whatever." "And now I gotta turn in my gun and badge?" "Well." "Yes." "Actually." "That's kinda cool, man." "Gotta admit." "In all seriousness I would like you to turn in your instruments and your Dethklok Badge." "I don't have a fucking Dethklok badge." "You were given one at one point." "Look, is there any way we can turn this thing around and just kick them out of the band and sue them or something?" "Look, your problems are money related." "And you're being accused of not pulling your weight." "The obvious solution is for you to focus more on contributing when you're needed and if you need to make money on the side while you're on suspension there may be a way to do that too." "Man, fuck that contributing mumbo jumbo crap, what'd you say about making money on the side?" "That's was outstandings!" "You has de whole package and great songs." "I can't believes yous guys ams unsigned." "If I hads a labels I'd totally signs yous!" "Toki!" "I've got it!" "How do we make money?" "Not do any work?" "And reap all the publishing?" "We'll start our own record label!" "Congratulations." "You can now call your parents and safely say that you are Murdertooth recording artists" "Get Thee Hence!" "Yeahhh!" "Boy!" "We got a record contract!" "I'm a buy a octopus." "So where's our advance, son?" "Uh, I'm sorry I don't even know what you're talking about." "Where's our fucking advance?" "Ya heard us?" "Oh, the advance?" "You mean advance money?" "Wait, wait, wait." "Hold up, hold up, hold up." "Are you sure you're even a fuckin' label?" " Kinds of." " Toki, shut up!" "We're the fucking real deal, bros!" "But look, I mean, shouldn't we get a contract in place?" "You guys hear that fucking back pedalling bullshit?" "Fucking suits." "What?" "No, man we're not suits." "We're your bros!" "Toki get my checkbook." "So what, like five thousand?" "What do I look like, a fucking hooker?" "Fifteen?" "Keep coming." " Thirty?" " Uh- uh." " Forty?" " Pffffffft." "Fifty?" "Sixty?" "Seventy?" "Eighty?" "Ninety?" "Hundred." "Hundred-ten, hundred twenty, hundred thirty, hundred forty, hundred fifty, hundred sixty, hundred seventy, hundred eighty, hundred ninety, two hundred, two ten, two thirty, two forty, two fifty, two sixty," "two seventy, two eighty, two ninety, three hundred." "Five hundred thousand dollars and that is my final offer." "Five ten." "Five twenty, five thirty, five forty." "Six hundred?" "Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred." "A million..." "So boys we gots a lots of works to do." "We needs to records an albums and puts it on the market!" "Fuck yeah, boy!" "Wowee!" " So yo, Driver?" " "Driver"?" "Where we be fuckin' staying at?" " Where are we staying?" " We tired!" "Better be the Waldoff Asteria." "Or something." "Where ams dey staying?" "Answers them." "Stay where you always stay." "You guys got homes, stay there." "We a signed band!" "You should be putting us up!" "I ain't got no electricity." "I already told you that." "Fucking labels." "So lame." "We should've not signed with these fools." "We're starting a label." "And de first bands we signing is this hots news band" "Get Thee Hence." ""Get Thee Hence"?" "Shitty name." "Sounds like Christian rock." ""Get Thee Hence!"" "Wow, what does de guy with de dreads does?" "I'm the fucking DJ, bitch." "Yo, I'm the singer, rapper." "I can do both, son!" "Rap rock band with a DJ?" "Yeeeeeeeah!" "That's us, motherfucker!" "Somebody tell this band what year it is." "Ha!" "They're kidding." "He just means the business is tough, that's all." "I mean I haven't heard a note from you guys and I don't like anything about you." "That's what I mean." "And him, Murderface is a failure." "You should know that." "You're in horrible hands." "Yeah well sorry, but Dethklok's the past!" "Murdertooth Records is the future!" "Fuck all of you, we're moving on and look at you all - still working on the same old tired Dethklok shit!" "Desperately trying to hold on to that dream." "Where are you guys getting all the money to start your label?" "None of your business." "Are you using your own money?" "You're not actually using your own money, are you?" "Ahhh man, you're lucky I'm on suspension or I'd answer that." "Here are your sleeping quarters, my good men." "No need to tip, everything's been taken care of courtesy of the label." "What are we, hired help?" "Fuck this shit." "Guys, what's wrong?" "Would you sleep here?" "No, I have my own bedroom." "You know what, guys?" "We should just fuckin' bounce, man." "I thought this label was serious." "So I'm having some mattresses brought up." "But maybe Toki could let you stay in his room too?" "Nah." "This is alright." "Great." "Now as you can see, I have a lot of incredibly expensive historical arti " "Okay, pals!" "Gets somes sleeps!" "Tomorrows we works on dats records!" "Fuck yeah man!" "That guy is cool." "Thanks for the room!" "It's my room actually." "Yo, assistant dude." " Me?" " Yeah, dildo." "I'm not the assistant." "I'm the label head " "Whatever, motherfucker!" "Send up some fucking booze right fucking now." "Uh guys, we got a big day tomorrow." "Maybe you shouldn't party too hard." "I booked and reserved studio time and it's " "All I hear is "blah blah, blah, blah, blah."" "Go." "Get." "Us." "Some." "Booze." "Yeah, and blow." "Okay..." "I'll see what I can do." "Dudes, we're blowing through songs at record speeds." "We wrote and recorded 47 songs and it's 2:15 pm." "Something like that usually takes about a year and a half!" "Maybe because there ams nobodys cloggings up de process." "It's like kicking Murderface and Toki out of the band may have been the best thing we've ever done." "What the fuck happened here?" "Well fucks dude, leaves us alone, man." "We was ups all nights partying!" "Toki, can I talk to you for a second?" "What are you doing?" "We have to record these guys!" "Why?" "Who gives a shit?" "Toki!" "The label." "Murdertooth Records." "Oh yeah dat's right." "Get focused!" "We're fucking out so much money Toki." "Do you understand that?" "!" "Ow, you hurting my arms." "Look, if the CD sells we'll be in the clear." "You sent in the songwriting contracts didn't you?" "Oh, yeah." "Oh, good." "Thank God." "'Cause that's important." "Okay stop." "He's, uh, is he on heroin?" "Yeps." "Most of dis bands has a major heroin problems." "Deys all ridings dat white horse." "Are you serious?" "They're all heroin addicts?" "Yeah, looks at the track marks." "I thought they all just had a lot of arm freckles." "Fuck!" "Don't they know the order of shit?" "You get famous first then you become a heroin addict!" "Come on guys!" "Looks likes we gots to record ourselves." "Damn it!" "You're right." "Get some paper and pencils." "We gotta write their album." "Let's get to work." "Time is money." "Here's it comes agains." "Let's get lucky!" "I need a break." "I'm starving." "You want something?" "Fucks yeah, I'm starvings." "No." "The food." "Man, I don't feel so good." "Neither do I." "Neither do I." "Y'all, I think I'm gonna throw up, man." "Yeah throw up on the floor, let that asshole clean it up." "Stop the track." "Dude, it just sounds too happy." "It sounds like we're too content." "You're right." "Fuck!" "It's missing something." "Something stupid." "Something fat." "Something disagreeable." "It's missing..." "it's missing negativity." "It just came too fucking easy." "I knew it was too good to be true." "I mean listen to that." "Listen." "Sounds like we're having fun." " We were having fun." " It sounds dildos." "Sounds like a whole bunch of guitars we ams buryings because they ams wrongs." "Yeah." "Fuck!" "Well what are we gonna do?" "Anybody care if I delete these 47 songs?" " No." " No." "Hey yo, cleaning man." "We need some cash now, muthafucker." "Yeah, retardo." "I'm the head of the label." "Didn't I just give you guys a huge advance?" "We fucking spent it!" "We need money now!" "Let's go!" "Worse case scenario we can steal some of this studio equipment and sell it on the streets." "In the meantime, tell your boss Toki we need another advance, muthafucker." "Well, It's been a month and you've completed your musical separation." "And now it's time to make a decision." "Nathan, Skwisgaar, Pickles - you wrote, recorded and deleted 47 tracks of music and completely missed your deadline." "Toki and Murderface - you started a label, produced, wrote, and recorded an entire record but today's the day." "You're either in or you're out of the band." "Gentlemen, the choice is yours." "Help me." "I'm drowning here." "I just want them out of my life." "I want my life back." "Just help me." "I was cleaning puke and - Just help me out." "Just do something." "Come on man." "I just want my life back!" "Murderface, you're a piece of shit." "But we need you back." "You see, we're too good without you." "That kinda sucks dick." "Give him whatever he wants." "And, uh, Toki... ya know whatever." "It's making news all around the world!" "Dethklok for the first time in years is allowing a band to open up for them!" "And who is this band?" "From new metal label Murdertooth Records comes Get Thee Hence." "Their CD debuts the night of the show." "What a push for this brand-new unknown band!" "Toki!" "We did it!" "I never thought it would, but all this hard work is actually paying off!" "Ohs yeah babes!" "And we're finally gonna clean up on the back-end because we own all the fucking publishing!" "Actually you don't own anything." "Sorry to inform you boys, but all publishing goes to my clients." "But-but-but how?" "!" "We did all the paperwork!" "Didn't we Toki?" "Yeah, I dids all the paperworks myself." "You filled everything out in Norwegian, idiot." "That means you get nothing." "Yo, Sorry dudes." "That's business." "Know what I'm sayin?" "Ladies and gentlemen please welcome" "Murdertooth recording artists Get Thee Hence!" "Yo yo yo." "What up, what up!" "We are the Get Thee Hence!" "Know what I'm sayin, yyeeeeeeah!" "Yo what the fuck is up with you people, man?" "This is the real shit, ya heard me?" "Aaaahhh!" "Yo, yo that hurts!" "Aaaahh!" "Oh God." "Get off my toe!"