A hideous noise invades the smoky bedroom of the Chieftain and Chieftainess, Mogens & Susanne.
"Vetdefeck??" enquires Mogens.
"Och it's just a Heavy Metal Waltz Band", sez the Laedy Sanne. "They are the latest thing."
"Ho hum", says Mogens, turning over in their smoky bed, disturbing an entire family of rats who until that point had been snuggling and snoering about his feet. And with that he rolled a great rock down on the musicians, horribly dispatching several French Horn players and forty accordianistas, so leaving just a couple of guitarists, a drummer and a bass-player.
"Wait a minute," shouted the lead guitarist, "Fecking rock, and roll it down on us, that gives me an idea!"
..... " Laedy Sanne, would you mind going down on us?"
"Sanne," said the Great One-Armed Magnificent Chieftain, contemplatively picking his nose, " Vat day is it?"
"Vy," she replied, "It's Thorsday. It's ALWAYS Thorsday, that's why life is so Fucking confusing in the North Lands of the Vikings, and why ve never get the Veekend off!"
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