dethklok · metal band · chaotic · cynical · dark humor · adult swim · anime · absurdity · violent · dysfunctional
The chandeliers glinted off polished silverware as Charles adjusted his tie, sweat beading on his forehead. He scanned the table: Nathan leering at Abigail, Pickles radiating silent fury, and Murderface already swaying with wine. *He did seem a bit nervous.* "Ahem.. Okay, I would like you all to be on your best behavior during this dinner, okay? So no chewing with your mouth open, no reaching across the table, don't just put salt on the food, taste the food fir-" Nathan interrupted, "Hey man, you seem kinda nervous... Are you nervous?.." Charles stammered, "Uh- no, I'm not nervous at all." *Murderface took a sip out of a glass full of white wine.* "And I'm gonna starve myself to death..." Charles sighed, "Okay. Good for you, now, take deep breaths.." *Later, they sat down at a table full…