The Most Brutal Munchie Run
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+M through R › Metalocalypse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,286
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Metalocalypse Nor Any Of The Characters Of Dethklok, I Make No Money From The Writing Of This Fan Fiction. Purely For Entertainment Reasons.
The Most Brutal Munchie Run
It was a late night within the stone walls of Mordhaus,the stronghold of the most popular death metal band in the world,Dethklok. Currently all was ominously quiet,except for one tossing and turning lead vocalist,Nathan Explosion. He gave up attempting to sleep,flopping over onto his stomach with a muffled roar into his pillow of,"FUCK!!" The alcohol in his system was wearing out fast,leaving him somewhat irritable and now ravenously hungry. He sat up with the idea of sneaking down to the kitchens for some goddamn food.
Just then though,his Dethphone started going off,startling the hell outta him. Grunting irritably at having his train of thought interrupted,he snatched up his Dethphone from his nightstand and flipped it open with an annoyed roar of,"WHAT??!!" He facepalmed as he heard the incoherent babbling of his fellow bandmate,Pickles The Drummer on the other line,"Dooood.....Na'tan....whatcha doooin???" Nathan grunted back in annoyance,"Nothin,ya fuck!! I was...gonna go get some....goddam food...I'm fuckin...sober as hell and hungry too!! Sooo,what the...fuck do YOU...want?!?"
Pickles just giggled back at him"Dooood..A'im soo...totally feckin hiagh riaght now....but yeh...A'im hungry too! I was ganna ask yeh somethin....dood..." Nathan sighed out in exasperation,"Spit it out...then,dude...before I fuckin...end you...." Pickles just giggled again,"Geez,dood...don' feckin...freak out on me,gahd...wanted ta know...I feckin want them..cinnamon thingys frem...ehh...the feck is thait place called....Taco Bell?? Kin yeh drive me,dood??" Nathan facepalmed again,but also thought that was a good idea from the drummer,growling out in agreement,"Ya...I'll drive ya,man...sounds good anyway...now get your ass...down to the uhh....front hallway...shit....whatever the fuck...its called....just meet me...by the goddamn front door,k?? Let me get...fuckin dressed and shit,god.." Pickles giggled out manically,"Sure.Nate! Thainks,dood!" With that,the drummer hung up.
Nathan again heaved a rough sigh and glanced at his clock,it was almost 1:30am. Nathan chuckled out roughly to himself,"Figures the fucker would get....the goddamn munchies in the...middle of the fuckin night." With that,he got up to get dressed and go to the bathroom. After making sure that he was somewhat more alert,he snatched up his keys to both the Murdercycle and the Haus,including the one to his room off his dresser and making sure his room was locked,went to go meet Pickes for his goddamn munchie run.
After Nathan got the extremely stoned drummer safely secured into his sidecar,not really caring,but knew he would be too lazy to find another drummer if he killed off Pickles,Nathan then mounted the Murdercycle himself. Giving Pickles the customary once over again to make sure the bastard was still conscious,Nathan then kick started the bike and roared off to attempt to find a goddamn Taco Bell that was open at 1 o' clock in the fucking morning.
He finally located one that was open and contemplated going in but again was too lazy to tend to his stoned out bandmate.He decided to just use the goddamn drive-thru,too hungry to give a damn what they said.He drove up noisily to the speaker and sat there in front of it,making sure that the Murdercycle was still idling. Just before his patience was about to run out,there came a crisp female voice from the speaker,"Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order,sir?" Nathan cleared his throat roughly and roared into the speaker,"Hey..yeah...uhh..can I have like...3 bean...burritos...wait wait...fuckin...can ya jackoffs make em like...beef and bean..?" The lady answered back in patient tones,"Of course,sir...care for anything else?" Nathan grunted in irritation,"Yeah...uhh...hold on,ya fuck!" With that,he lightly shoved the spaced out drummer with his heavy boot,growling loudly,"Hey...uhh...Pickles,dude...ya wanted those fuckin...cinnamon things...? The fuck you call em???"
Pickles then stretched out and yawning deeply,leaned across Nathan to squint bleary-eyed at the lighted menu,"Dood...I think they're called....ehh...cheerios? The feckin...name...whatever....I dunno Spainish...." Nathan grunted irritably again while shoving the drummer off of him roughly,knocking him backward into his sidecar,"Dude....the menu aint in...fuckin Spanish...dumbass..." Pickles' stuck his tongue out childishly at Nathan,"Feck you,dood...jus' git me teh feckin...cinnamon thingys...Oh! and kin yeh git me...some soda...? Fer my feckin Vadka??" Nathan perked up at the mention of alcohol,"Ya got your bottle,man??"
Pickles smirked crookedly,holding up a fresh unopened bottle of Vodka he had pulled from the depths of his littered sidecar,"Yeh...always,ya fecker!!" Nathan grunted out an annoyed,"Whatever..." before turning back to the speaker,"Okay...ya,sooo...lets see....3...beef and bean...burritos...ya...uhh...two orders of those fuckin....cinnamon things...." The female voice gently corrected him,"Churros,sir?" Nathan growled low at having to be corrected,"Ya...churros....whatever ya call em,man....and uhh....2 fuckin sodas...." The lady spoke up again,"What kind,sir?" Nathan again growled at the interruption,"Yeah..the uhh...lemon-lime shit...and no...I don't give a fuck about...the goddamn brand!!" The lady spoke up again patiently,"Very well,sir...is that all?" Nathan growled out again,irritated at the questioning,"Yeah...that's it,ya fuck!!"
The lady then cleared her throat,"Alright sir...your total will be $5.50...first window please and thank you for your order." Nathan waved his large hand impatiently,forgetting that the lady couldn't see him,growling roughly,"Yeah,good...whatever..." Before he could drive up however,he heard Pickles exclaim out excitedly,"Dood,Na'tan!!! Yeh gat me...two cinnamon thingys??? AWE'SEME!!!" Nathan clenched his large fist,roaring out in annoyance,"NO!!! One of these...is mine,ya fucker...god!!!" Pickles slumped back down in his sidecar,his face falling into disappointment,sulking out loud,"Geez,dood...don' bite my feckin head off...gahd..." Nathan shook his head at the pouting drummer and drove up to get their food.
He saw that the window was already open,the guy holding onto a bag along with a drink carrier containing the sodas,as he stated cheerfully,"Let's see...we have..3 beef and bean burritos,two orders of cinnamon Churros...and 2 large Sprites, is that correct,sir?" Nathan grunted irritably and snatched the food and drinks from the guy while throwing a crumpled $10 bill at him,"Yeah..that's my order,ya fuck!!" The guy nodded while collecting the crumpled bill,"Thank you for coming,sir! Have a good night!" Nathan snorted in contempt,"Yeah...thanx...whatever...Later,ya jackoff!!"
Pickles perked up happily as Nathan handed down the food and drinks for him to hold onto so he could drive,"Thanx fer teh cinnamon shit,dood!! A'riaght,Na'tan...let's git teh feck outta here!!! Ehh....A'im ganna spike my feckin soda....yeh...yers too...and we'll eat and shit when we git home!!" Nathan nodded,hungry as hell now,growling out enthusiastically,"Fuck ya,man!!! I'm with ya,dude!!! Let's go home and...fuckin eat then!!" With that,he tore off back towards Mordhaus with not only a very happy stoned out drummer,but with food and alcohol as well,which made Nathan's night well worth not being able to sleep.
-THE END-
Just then though,his Dethphone started going off,startling the hell outta him. Grunting irritably at having his train of thought interrupted,he snatched up his Dethphone from his nightstand and flipped it open with an annoyed roar of,"WHAT??!!" He facepalmed as he heard the incoherent babbling of his fellow bandmate,Pickles The Drummer on the other line,"Dooood.....Na'tan....whatcha doooin???" Nathan grunted back in annoyance,"Nothin,ya fuck!! I was...gonna go get some....goddam food...I'm fuckin...sober as hell and hungry too!! Sooo,what the...fuck do YOU...want?!?"
Pickles just giggled back at him"Dooood..A'im soo...totally feckin hiagh riaght now....but yeh...A'im hungry too! I was ganna ask yeh somethin....dood..." Nathan sighed out in exasperation,"Spit it out...then,dude...before I fuckin...end you...." Pickles just giggled again,"Geez,dood...don' feckin...freak out on me,gahd...wanted ta know...I feckin want them..cinnamon thingys frem...ehh...the feck is thait place called....Taco Bell?? Kin yeh drive me,dood??" Nathan facepalmed again,but also thought that was a good idea from the drummer,growling out in agreement,"Ya...I'll drive ya,man...sounds good anyway...now get your ass...down to the uhh....front hallway...shit....whatever the fuck...its called....just meet me...by the goddamn front door,k?? Let me get...fuckin dressed and shit,god.." Pickles giggled out manically,"Sure.Nate! Thainks,dood!" With that,the drummer hung up.
Nathan again heaved a rough sigh and glanced at his clock,it was almost 1:30am. Nathan chuckled out roughly to himself,"Figures the fucker would get....the goddamn munchies in the...middle of the fuckin night." With that,he got up to get dressed and go to the bathroom. After making sure that he was somewhat more alert,he snatched up his keys to both the Murdercycle and the Haus,including the one to his room off his dresser and making sure his room was locked,went to go meet Pickes for his goddamn munchie run.
After Nathan got the extremely stoned drummer safely secured into his sidecar,not really caring,but knew he would be too lazy to find another drummer if he killed off Pickles,Nathan then mounted the Murdercycle himself. Giving Pickles the customary once over again to make sure the bastard was still conscious,Nathan then kick started the bike and roared off to attempt to find a goddamn Taco Bell that was open at 1 o' clock in the fucking morning.
He finally located one that was open and contemplated going in but again was too lazy to tend to his stoned out bandmate.He decided to just use the goddamn drive-thru,too hungry to give a damn what they said.He drove up noisily to the speaker and sat there in front of it,making sure that the Murdercycle was still idling. Just before his patience was about to run out,there came a crisp female voice from the speaker,"Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order,sir?" Nathan cleared his throat roughly and roared into the speaker,"Hey..yeah...uhh..can I have like...3 bean...burritos...wait wait...fuckin...can ya jackoffs make em like...beef and bean..?" The lady answered back in patient tones,"Of course,sir...care for anything else?" Nathan grunted in irritation,"Yeah...uhh...hold on,ya fuck!" With that,he lightly shoved the spaced out drummer with his heavy boot,growling loudly,"Hey...uhh...Pickles,dude...ya wanted those fuckin...cinnamon things...? The fuck you call em???"
Pickles then stretched out and yawning deeply,leaned across Nathan to squint bleary-eyed at the lighted menu,"Dood...I think they're called....ehh...cheerios? The feckin...name...whatever....I dunno Spainish...." Nathan grunted irritably again while shoving the drummer off of him roughly,knocking him backward into his sidecar,"Dude....the menu aint in...fuckin Spanish...dumbass..." Pickles' stuck his tongue out childishly at Nathan,"Feck you,dood...jus' git me teh feckin...cinnamon thingys...Oh! and kin yeh git me...some soda...? Fer my feckin Vadka??" Nathan perked up at the mention of alcohol,"Ya got your bottle,man??"
Pickles smirked crookedly,holding up a fresh unopened bottle of Vodka he had pulled from the depths of his littered sidecar,"Yeh...always,ya fecker!!" Nathan grunted out an annoyed,"Whatever..." before turning back to the speaker,"Okay...ya,sooo...lets see....3...beef and bean...burritos...ya...uhh...two orders of those fuckin....cinnamon things...." The female voice gently corrected him,"Churros,sir?" Nathan growled low at having to be corrected,"Ya...churros....whatever ya call em,man....and uhh....2 fuckin sodas...." The lady spoke up again,"What kind,sir?" Nathan again growled at the interruption,"Yeah..the uhh...lemon-lime shit...and no...I don't give a fuck about...the goddamn brand!!" The lady spoke up again patiently,"Very well,sir...is that all?" Nathan growled out again,irritated at the questioning,"Yeah...that's it,ya fuck!!"
The lady then cleared her throat,"Alright sir...your total will be $5.50...first window please and thank you for your order." Nathan waved his large hand impatiently,forgetting that the lady couldn't see him,growling roughly,"Yeah,good...whatever..." Before he could drive up however,he heard Pickles exclaim out excitedly,"Dood,Na'tan!!! Yeh gat me...two cinnamon thingys??? AWE'SEME!!!" Nathan clenched his large fist,roaring out in annoyance,"NO!!! One of these...is mine,ya fucker...god!!!" Pickles slumped back down in his sidecar,his face falling into disappointment,sulking out loud,"Geez,dood...don' bite my feckin head off...gahd..." Nathan shook his head at the pouting drummer and drove up to get their food.
He saw that the window was already open,the guy holding onto a bag along with a drink carrier containing the sodas,as he stated cheerfully,"Let's see...we have..3 beef and bean burritos,two orders of cinnamon Churros...and 2 large Sprites, is that correct,sir?" Nathan grunted irritably and snatched the food and drinks from the guy while throwing a crumpled $10 bill at him,"Yeah..that's my order,ya fuck!!" The guy nodded while collecting the crumpled bill,"Thank you for coming,sir! Have a good night!" Nathan snorted in contempt,"Yeah...thanx...whatever...Later,ya jackoff!!"
Pickles perked up happily as Nathan handed down the food and drinks for him to hold onto so he could drive,"Thanx fer teh cinnamon shit,dood!! A'riaght,Na'tan...let's git teh feck outta here!!! Ehh....A'im ganna spike my feckin soda....yeh...yers too...and we'll eat and shit when we git home!!" Nathan nodded,hungry as hell now,growling out enthusiastically,"Fuck ya,man!!! I'm with ya,dude!!! Let's go home and...fuckin eat then!!" With that,he tore off back towards Mordhaus with not only a very happy stoned out drummer,but with food and alcohol as well,which made Nathan's night well worth not being able to sleep.
-THE END-