Deathgasm Page #2

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- What?

- Sh*t.

Zakk?

Zakk?

- Oh sh*t!

- Did you sh*t yourself?

- Nice surprise.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're an accomplice, mate.

Don't puss out on me now.

Come on.

Check it out.

- Oh sh*t.

- Man, these guys were legends

back in the day.

Check it out.

- Oh.

Rikki Daggers.

- He was a maniac.

Didn't he used to kill

live rabbits on stage

with a crowbar?

- No, man.

It was a claw hammer.

- Wonder what

happened to him?

- Spent all his money

on coke,

hookers and Satanist sh*t.

Last I heard he was

hiding out in some small,

crappy New Zealand town.

- No f***in' way.

- Yes f***in' way.

No f***in' way.

- Rikki F***in'

Daggers, man.

- Shh.

Hey, this way.

- Holy f***.

Look at those amps.

- Ah, they're old as hell.

Probably all busted.

- Is that...?

It's him.

Is he dead?

I bags that record.

Dude, that's low.

- I can go much lower.

- Shh.

Come on.

- Check it out.

- No f***in' way.

- Motherf***er!

- Whoa!

- Dude. Dude. Dude.

Dude...

- The record!

Drop it!

Kick it back.

Right. What the f***

- Chill.

- Are you two c*nts...

- doing in my house?!

- Let's get out of here.

Come on.

- Don't you f***in' move.

- Aeon sent you,

didn't he?

- When are you

occultist c*nts

ever gonna f***in learn?

- No, we're just - we're just

metalheads.

We're fans.

Well, how did you find me?

- Latest Death Scream, dude.

You were outed.

- Oh f***.

F***!

We're all gonna die.

- Sh*t, someone's coming!

- Here. Take it.

Take it!

Hide it and guard it

with your life.

- Come on, let's bail.

- Let's bail.

- F***.

- So you f***ers

finally found me.

- Where is it, Daggers?

Who were you talking to?

I heard voices.

- Why don't you go home

and tell Aeon

to f*** himself!

It's a trap.

Well, go on then,

do it, you f***in' p*ssy!

- Well, that was f***ed up.

- Dude, what the hell?

It's a f***ing

Rick Astley record!

F***.

- What the hell was that?

- Weird.

It's music.

- Can you read it?

- Yeah, I think so.

It's pretty universal.

It's really old.

Holy f***.

Look at the title.

- What the f*** does it say?

- Don't know,

I think it's Latin.

- What, like,

Dora the f***in' Explorer?

- No. Like, like,

Romans and sh*t.

- Dude...

We should learn this;

turn it into a

DEATHGASM song!

It'll be f***in' brutal.

- You want a beer?

- Ah, yeah.

- Vadin.

- I found Daggers.

- Straight to it'?

- Not even a,

"How are things, Aeon?"

You're direct.

I've always liked

that about you.

- Aeon, the pages.

- The Black Hymn, Vadin.

Pages are just paper.

The Black Hymn

is absolute power

Please, give it the

reverence it deserves.

- Daggers didn't have it,

The Black Hymn.

I think someone

got to it before us.

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