SWKISGAAR: Whys ams we's ares SQUARED?
TOKI: We ams likes Charr-Lees Brown...we's ams BLOCK-HEADS!
NATHAN: (To himself) Block-Head....(A little louder)...BLOCK-HEAD...(Roars)...WE ARE NOT BLOCK-HEADS! WE ARE METAL!
PICKLES: Doods...why aren't we metal? We're PAY-PUR!
MURDERFACE: Payper is NOT (Expletive censored by guitar riff) METAL! METAL IS METAL!
NATHAN: (Roars) I'M GOING TO BE METAL!
SKWISGAAR: Me's too!
TOKI: (Excited) Oh's...me's too!
SKWISGAAR: (Upset; to Toki) Stops copies me!
TOKI: (Mad) You's stops copies me.
CFO: (Feels a headache coming on...and it's Christmas Eve!) Not this...AGAIN.
Later...much, much later:
DK is seen working with metal...but unfortunately the quizzical quintet's fingers and arms and possibly faces and legs are cut/shredded by the metal that is metal.
TOKI: Nath-hans...is metal ams still metal?
NATHAN: (Ponders...then, just as you think he's gonna roar...he makes this statement in a LOW VOICE) No.
MURDERFACE: (Another expletive censored by you-know-what)
CFO: (Pauses, then states his case) Noted.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!