I am a Gear in the Wheel of the Klok

Pickles: [Previous lines cut off] ...fuck yeah!

Nathan: Pickles, you're really picking up some Spanish!

Pickles: Fuckin' muy caliente, motherfuuuckeeeeers!

Skwisgaar: Ah-fuckins hellos to Mexico Citiiieees! Fucks yeah, thanks yous sos much for letting me comes into your countries of Mexico Cities!

Pickles: Oi, Skwisgaar, you're really learnin' yer geeeography!

Nathan: Fuck yeah, TEQUILAAAAAAAA!

[Audience cheers]

Charles: Uh, hey, guys. Uh, it's finally* that part of the night...

Nathan: Oh, fuckin' Charles. What are you doin' here, you asshole?!

Charles: Well, it's come to that part where you... have to say goodbye.

[Audience goes "Nooo"]

Nathan: Oh, fuckin' real nice, Charles! Now everybody's fuckin' bummed out!

Charles: Well, uh. You could play a couple more songs.

[Audience cheers]

Nathan: Uhh. I don't know, I don't know. This audience, th— maybe some of them are a little tired, I can't tell...

[Audience goes "Nooo"]

Charles: Well, if they scream loud enough, will you play another song?

[Audience cheers and yells]

Nathan: The answer's yes! If these guys scream loud enough, we'll play another fuckin' song!

[Audience screams]

Nathan: [Unintelligible due to audience's screams]

[Audience continues yelling]

Nathan: Is that everybody?!

[Audience screams again]

Nathan: ¡Somos... las... gears!

Pickles: ¡Somos *los* gears!

Nathan: That's right! WE ARE THE GEARS! ONE MORE SONG!

[Audience cheers]

Nathan: ¡MUCHAS GRACIAS!

[Audience cheers, yells, laughs]

["Fansong" begins playing]

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Murdoc x reader:

You had been looking forward to Christmas for months. Not because of the holiday necessarily, but because you got to spend it with Murdoc. He had been away on tour for quite some time, but luckily he was coming home. You stood in your kitchen, watching the gingerbread men rise in your oven when you heard your front door swing open.

"And make sure Face Ache stays out of my Winnebago, you got that!" He shouted to Russel, who only grunted in response.

"Welcome home, Mudz." You greeted him with a smooch.

Murdoc grinned and instinctually wrapped his hands around your waist.

"I'll be with Y/N for the next few days."

"Alright man," Russel responded before driving off with 2D and Noodle in tow.

"Finally," he said while gazing into your eyes. "I thought I wasn't going to make it home in time for Christmas."

"You made it." You said while closing the door to keep any more cold air from coming in.

Murdoc sat his suitcase down in front of the couch when he sniffed the air.

"What's that aroma, love?"

"Gingerbread." You replied while taking his arm. "I wanted to make something festive."

"I get the first one." Murdoc teased, making you giggle.

"Fair enough," you teased back. "I've been here in my nice warm house and you've been out in the cold."

"Not to mention the jet lag. I think I need to rest for a bit."

"Why don't you sit down then, Murdoc."

"Only if you rest with me, Y/N."

You giggled as he pulled you down into his lap and smooched you.

"It's so nice to be back, love. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Murdoc."

You rested your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.

"How was the tour?"

"Exhausting, but exciting. No matter how tired I get afterward, I will always be happy that people love our music."

You grinned before Murdoc continued.

"Nothing makes me feel more accomplished as a musician more than seeing people dig big wads of cash from their wallets to see us perform."

"That's the most heartfelt thing I've heard any musician say."

Murdoc let out a small chuckle before resting his eyes.

"But it's always nice to come home and be with you."

Right at that moment, the oven dinged.

"Gingerbread men are done." You said while getting up.

Murdoc remained on the couch, watching you pull the freshly baked cookies out of the oven and smiling. You put them onto a plate and poured some milk into a couple of glasses.

"I need to get something out of my room, I'll be right back." You said to him before leaving the room.

Murdoc got up and stretched before walking into the kitchen grabbing his plate and glass and going back to the couch. Since he hadn't had anything to eat since leaving Canada, Murdoc went ahead and ate his gingerbread men. They tasted really good, he had to admit that. Soon enough you came back with a present.

"Merry Christmas, Mudz." You said sweetly while handing it to him.

"Oi, I wonder what it is." He said before opening it up.

Inside the box was a little devil plushie, which Murdoc thought was pretty cool.

"I know it's a plushie, but it's Satan."

"You know me very well, Y/N." He replied before taking your hand. "Here's one of your gifts."

Murdoc held your hand up to his mouth and smooched the back of it, making you giggle.

"Now it's time for your other one."

Murdoc bent down to open his suitcase full of clothes and went through them until he found your present.

"I got this for you when we did a concert in Toronto. It matches your eyes."

You opened your present to see a beautiful necklace with an emerald pendant.

"Murdoc, it's beautiful."

Before you could say any more, he took it out of your hands and put it around your neck.

"Perfect fit." He said while clasping it shut. "And it really compliments your eye color."

You leaned in to kiss him, and Murdoc kissed you back.

"I love you." You said to him.

"I love you too, dove."