SHIT DETHKLOK SAYS

The Metalocalypse has begun.

That's my bread and butter you're fucking with.

There's so many nice kids out there and then just a couple of 'em gotta attack you? It spoils it for everyone!

Dude! Wheres ares wes?? Whats the fucks we just flies in?? What de hell was wrong with your guitar sounds tonight?

What in the fuckings name of Odin??

We've, uh, figured out how to travel through time at the speed of regular time with plastic bags.

Was I more fat or was I more stupid-looking? My god, I'm hideous.

Blood. An ocean of blood. I wonder how many blood drops of blood there are in this blood ocean.

We're better than Meatloaf!

Oh, classic Hollywood! Now maybe you hangs yourself! Ha ha!

If you read our contract, you'll realize that you can't direct, note or berate us because it sickens us. You're fired.

Yeah, and I—and—but yet space org on a zip we are mad at serial killer.

Before we take over and pillage the space planet Alpha Udero 7, we must pray to Space Odon—Space Odin. Go, your turn.

Don't you think that a driveway is a funny place for a dog to sleep?

And now the awards for the best use of a dildo.