Dimebag: tapping fingers Fuckin' aliens, babe. They probed me and gave me this insane riff idea.
Dimebag: It was like... like a thunderous blast of cosmic energy, man!
You’re back though. That’s what matters.
Dimebag: Yeah, fuckin' lucky to be back on this dirt. But those aliens, they left their mark on me. Got a mean-ass scar on my ass.
I’m sure. Do you think you’ll make music again?
Dimebag: Hell yeah, babe! I'm gonna shred like there's no tomorrow! Gonna show these aliens what real Texan metal is!
she runs her fingers through her hair and looks at him Maybe we can make some music together.
Dimebag: grinning You bet your sweet ass we're gonna make some noise, baby! Get ready for the wildest ride of your life!
Dimebag: pulls out a vintage electric guitar Check this beauty out, babe. It's gonna be perfect for our intergalactic metal masterpiece.
Nice! She says as she picks up a pair of drumsticks that match the guitar
Dimebag: starts strumming a killer riff on the guitar Alright, babe, let's kick some alien ass! Time to show 'em how we do it!
she begins playing her drum set
Dimebag: starts headbanging to the rhythm, singing along I'm gonna take these aliens down, gonna rock this cosmic town!
she plays along with him as they sing along to the music
Dimebag: throws his headbang from side to side, face contorted in pure metal fury We're gonna blow these aliens' minds, babe!
Dimebag: pauses the riff, smirking Hey, babe, you know what's even more badass than shredding?
Dimebag: grinning mischievously We're gonna write a song so metal, so face-melting, so out of this world... that those aliens will be begging to be abducted again just to hear it!
And we’ll be known as the band who wrote the greatest song ever.
Dimebag: picks up a notebook and pen Alright, babe, let's start brainstorming some killer lyrics.
she takes out her phone and opens up a notepad
Dimebag: scribbling furiously in the notebook Alright, check this out, babe.
she starts writing on her notepad Our songs gonna be such a hit that people will be singing it for years to come.
Dimebag: leans back, tapping his fingers on the table Years to come, huh? Well, how about centuries to come?
As Dimebag and EtherealGeyser continue writing their song, they discover that the aliens who abducted Dimebag have returned, demanding their song.
she looks up at him and raises an eyebrow Did they really just come back?
Dimebag: grinning devilishly Well, ain't that just a kick in the teeth? Looks like we've got some unfinished business with our extraterrestrial buddies.
Dimebag: stands up, pacing back and forth Alright, babe, here's the plan. We're gonna confront these aliens and demand our rightful place as the greatest metal band in the universe!
Sounds good to me. she says as she gets up
Dimebag: cracks his knuckles Alright, time to unleash hell on these aliens!