Speaking correct English was for ugly, untalented people anyway. And dogs and giant brutal wolves, apparently. Besides, Skwisgaar was used to others being too stupid to understand any of the several languages he was fluent in, and had clearly forgotten about the translation charm at Hogwarts, so defaulted to his mangled English.
"Drowning de audience in bloods ams pretty great," he said with obvious approval, taking Batiatus' comment literally. Given the way the guy was dressed, and that it was Hogwarts, chances were the guy really was straight out of ancient Rome. Weren't they the ones with vomitoria? Metal. "Videos ams recordings of things, you knows, moving pictures. I'ms in a band, Dethklok. We plays face-meltings death metal for peoples and theys go crazy and kills themselves for us, ams really funny. And sex ams always good to thinks about; sex and guitars."
He pulled himself onto the application table and into a sitting position, his long tail hanging over the edge and continuously swaying side to side to keep him balanced. A house elf was summoned to bring him his Explorer, which had also been altered into a slightly more aquatic form itself (http://pics.livejournal.com/best_guitarist/gallery/00011eff) the first time he'd played it in the water. After muttering the amplifying charm, he started playing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej0wt1viiEU), his claws not even slowing him down.
"I was just ins de lake," he said, the jagged fins on his arms rising slightly in irritation; he'd just assumed Batiatus' outburst was directed at him for some reason. "Was goings to my privates aquariums place, but stopped heres first to sees that giants fucking wolf guy overs there." He fell silent for a while as he concentrated on the song, then eventually paused his playing and looked at Batiatus. "Bet yous never hears anything that metal before, eh? Anysway, I'ms one of de prefects at this dildos magic school, but all wes really do is wear stupid hats and tells people whats to do or pretends to care or whatsever. Oh, and we throws parties and gets food libraries and hot tubs put in," he explained, deciding not to take credit for the food library. Thinking about it still sometimes kind of made him sad. "Privates shows from me usually costs a millions billions dollars, you knows," he added as he resumed playing; it wasn't even that much of an exaggeration. "So what do yous do when yous not rollings in bloods and thinking about cock planets?" Since he was there anyway, he figured he may as well sort the dude while serenading him with the sweet sounds of death metal.
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"Drowning de audience in bloods ams pretty great," he said with obvious approval, taking Batiatus' comment literally. Given the way the guy was dressed, and that it was Hogwarts, chances were the guy really was straight out of ancient Rome. Weren't they the ones with vomitoria? Metal. "Videos ams recordings of things, you knows, moving pictures. I'ms in a band, Dethklok. We plays face-meltings death metal for peoples and theys go crazy and kills themselves for us, ams really funny. And sex ams always good to thinks about; sex and guitars."
He pulled himself onto the application table and into a sitting position, his long tail hanging over the edge and continuously swaying side to side to keep him balanced. A house elf was summoned to bring him his Explorer, which had also been altered into a slightly more aquatic form itself (http://pics.livejournal.com/best_guitarist/gallery/00011eff) the first time he'd played it in the water. After muttering the amplifying charm, he started playing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej0wt1viiEU), his claws not even slowing him down.
"I was just ins de lake," he said, the jagged fins on his arms rising slightly in irritation; he'd just assumed Batiatus' outburst was directed at him for some reason. "Was goings to my privates aquariums place, but stopped heres first to sees that giants fucking wolf guy overs there." He fell silent for a while as he concentrated on the song, then eventually paused his playing and looked at Batiatus. "Bet yous never hears anything that metal before, eh? Anysway, I'ms one of de prefects at this dildos magic school, but all wes really do is wear stupid hats and tells people whats to do or pretends to care or whatsever. Oh, and we throws parties and gets food libraries and hot tubs put in," he explained, deciding not to take credit for the food library. Thinking about it still sometimes kind of made him sad. "Privates shows from me usually costs a millions billions dollars, you knows," he added as he resumed playing; it wasn't even that much of an exaggeration. "So what do yous do when yous not rollings in bloods and thinking about cock planets?" Since he was there anyway, he figured he may as well sort the dude while serenading him with the sweet sounds of death metal.