Dethklok Shop for Furniture

N: Guys, looks like we're going to f*cking Ikea T: I likes Ikea P: No! Look at this place, pfft! Hey, look at me, I'm in college! ***! Ooh, I'm on my own now! I'm a grown-up! Oh, we're a low income family! IDIOTS! N: Uh, Pickles, can you please try to control yourself? W: No, he's right! "I can't afford things! Waah!" Ha ha, f*ck 'em! P: F*CK this pla- f*ck this pla- S: Oh, shuts up Pickle get over yourself. It ams a style thing Pickle, alright? Don'ts get mad because my peoples figures out how to makes affordables, mendables, well-designeds furniture. T: He ams rights, Pickle! I defies you to finds a company whats makes a better [---], or a [Detolf?], or [---], or Poäng, or [---] for this reasonable price and styles. P: Pfft! What a load of idiots. T: Oh look at these moopflops! N: Okay, guys, let's get organised. Toki, Skwisgaar, you're in charge of lighting. You two have a knack for lighting. You're in charge of it. Okay, Pickles, you're on kitchen and bedding stuff, you know why? Because you got the goods now go make it happen, any questions? W: Uh, yeah! Uh, forgot to give me a job, Nathan. S: You wants to handle this? N: You guys go ahead, huh, I'll talk to Murderface. P: If any of you guys need me, this is what I'll be doing, okay [vomits] N: I think it's important that I deliver a very clear message to you: you have terrible taste. W: What!? Horrible taste? That's practically impossible I mean look at, look at my outfit, y'know. I mean, I'm put together. Look at you! N: This is a classic jeans and t-shirt, you're the one with all the extra stuff, I mean look. W: What? A vest? You wanna talk about classic, I mean, FDR, Charlie Chaplin, uh, [---], they all wore vests! At least, at least, I bother, I mean you N: Okay, okay, you are really touching a nerve here, alright W: Damn right I'm touching a nerve! S: Ja, I got this light at homes. Writes this downs: [---]. It ams in aisle G7s. T: Skwisgaar... S: Ja? T: Is this what's it's goings to be like? Slummings it like this? Shoulds we just kills ourselves? S: Toki! Don'ts talks like that! P: Look at you, you're an angel. You look like you fell into a basket of freckles. I was like you. I WAS LIKE HIM! Not a care in the world, and it all turned to sh*t! You know what turned to sh*t, kid? Look! Look here! This is how you drink ***! Gotta go like this! Parents: Oh come on, let's go. P: Come back! Come back! Oh, why, you think you're f*cking better than me? I'll kick your ***! I'll kick your ***! S: We can't f*cking finds Pickle. T: And we's givings up ons the lamps. N: Have you guys been crying? T: No. Sometimes I just don't feels like shopping. N: You sure you haven't been crying? T: No. S: Yes. T: ...yes. P: Nyeeeh! [vomits] Here I am! [vomits again] W: Uh, anyone see where I put my cigar? P: C'mon let's go before the cops come!