Lee - Glam, Ches
Ler - Ches, Glam
- Juju juju juju juju jiu jiu!
- Come on, Glam! The pine tree is growing!
- The pine tree is growing!
- Hey, Paganini, want to join us for a drink?
- Uh… I don't know, Lordi, maybe…
- Oh, come on, Glam, come on, you're 18 already
- No, thanks. I'd prefer juice
The afterparty went perfectly. Ches was drinking with Lisa, Lordi and Bob were thinking about Glam, and Glam, in turn, sat and brushed off all the girls who approached him and tried to hit on him.
- Hey Bob, have you noticed anything strange about our Paganini's behavior?
- Yeah, he's kind of… sitting there
- He's sitting there and turning down all the girls who come up to him… Maybe he's just not like everyone else?
Some time later, backstage
Glam was carefully creeping around backstage, hoping Chas wouldn't catch him. Oh, you don't know… Anyway, Glam screwed up big time: While Chas was sleeping, Glam wanted to play a prank on his friend and slipped him the genre of a song his singing friend hates. How do you think this will all end?
Glam is close to leaving, but then he hears a familiar voice. Ches.
- Well, well, who do we have here? An innocent, glamorous, handsome guitarist? Mmm, awesome…
- Who are you? What do you want?
At this time, in the recording studio on the second floor.
- Shhh, he might hear, Lordi
- Ches, you're certainly smart
- Yeah, to prank a friend for something like this
- Guys, watch out, there's going to be magic…ahem… What's your purpose in coming here??
- Oh, my God!!! Who is this?! Come out and show yourself, unless you want your face trampled!
- Whoa, whoa, Ches, look, he's about to fight air, hahahahahaha
- He won't, calm down, okay, let's continue
- Hah, you know what!! I can't punch you in the face, or even see one on you, but I think you're underestimating me))). Now look at the seat next to you
- What, what did he mean?
All three turned around and saw a pink bomb in a box.
After the explosion, they all turned pink.
- Everyone's alive? HAHAHAHAHA!!
- Hey, what are you laughing at? You're no better either. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
- Guys, you can hear us… Damn!
- Ow! What if he even thinks of coming here?
- Great, that demon's in the recording studio right now, I'll give him a good beating!
Glam ran out of the backstage area and headed for the prank call. I'll tell you this, people were sometimes afraid of Glam, very much so. Especially afraid of the side with the smile and wiggling fingers.
- Keep it down. He'll hear
- Guys, I'll pay for all of this, because I'm the one who came up with this whole thing
Ches crawled out from under the table and waited for Glam, knowing he was in trouble.
- You, it was you… I knew it....
Glam began slowly approaching Ches, rapidly wiggling his fingers.
- Hey, wait, wait! We didn't agree on this! Stay put!
- What's the matter, Ches, are you ticklish?
At that moment, all three of them froze and blushed.
- Is someone starting to blush?
- Glam, stay away! Stay away from me
- Oh yeah, Ches, revenge will be oh so sweet, sweeter than cherries
Glam grabbed his friend and carried him to his room. Ches screamed as he tried to break free.
Peek out from under the table.
- Damn, poor Ches… Glam will torture him like hell
- Why do you think Glam is so cruel?
- There was one incident… but oh well
- Hmm, so how do we get him out of the pink metalhead's clutches now?
- Okay, listen to me, I have a plan
At this time with Ches and Glam
- NAHAHAHA LET ME GO NO HAHAHAHAHA ENOUGH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GLAHAHAHAM!!!
- You asked for it, endure it, or I'll tickle you to death
As you can see, Ches was lying and floundering on the bed like he was on hot coals, while Glam, with a demonic grin, tickled his friend's sides, stomach, and ribs, sometimes moving to the hollows.
- Words won't do this time)))
- LET ME GO! I'LL SAY GAHAHAHAHA, PLEASE!!
- Just a few more minutes)
- On the count of three. One. Two. Three!
The two of them abruptly opened the door, and Bob grabbed Glam.
- Let me go! I'm not done!
- Shh, shh, don't freak out
While Lordi was trying to help Ches breathe.
- *clears throat* Thanks, Lordi, I thought these were my last moments
- Huh, come on, that's far from anything to worry about, believe me
Meanwhile, they were trying to tie Glam to the bed, which they managed to do after a few minutes, but with great difficulty. And so Glam lay there, trying to break free, but the handcuffs were unfortunately tied too tightly to the edges of the bed. Ches thanked Lordi and Bob for their help and asked them to leave, saying he could handle it himself.
Ches sat on Glam's hips, who was lying on his back.
- Well, pink metalhead, have you had enough?
- C-Ches, just relax with me, it's nothing to worry about, right?
- Oh yeah, nothing, but let's see if this refreshes your memory. So, today you gave me some bullshit in the form of a song…
A bead of sweat runs down his face.
- …and you thought I'd be a fool not to notice?
- Heh, you're certainly naive, Glamy~
- I realized you were playing a prank on me
- A prank is when everyone finds it funny, right?))))
- W-what do you mean by that???
- I laughed… Now it's your turn
But instead of stopping, Ches started biting Glam's soft, taut belly.
- *squealed* CHES NAHAHAHAHA!!!
- Wow, Glam, I never thought you were so ticklish
- GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!
- No, it's only the beginning!)
- So, there must be a way to get away…
Glam saw the handcuff key.
He quickly uncuffed the handcuffs and ran out of the room.
Ches comes back with a box of things.
- Hey, Glam, I have some… stuff here. Damn it! Where'd you go again?!
And Glam heard this and ran even faster.
Muffled: top top top top top top.
- Yeah, decided to run away? Naive)
Hears suspicious footsteps approaching him.
Ches chased Glam throughout the dorm, but Glam wasn't giving up either. He turned left, ran a few meters, and looked back. No one…
- Okay, that's suspicious… Ches was running after me, but why isn't he here now? He wouldn't have given up. It was Ches, after all. Oh well, never mind. Stop…
Notebook falls out of pocket.
- *looking for Glam* Tun turun turun…oops, a note, probably Glam's…
- *out of breath runs up and stops* Wait, where's my notebook *starts searching his pockets* damn it!
Glam carefully peeked around the corner and scanned the area in his radius.
When he realized the area was clear, he began sneaking down the hallway, searching for his lost notebook.
"Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit"
Now, while listening to this song, imagine Glam sneaking down the hallway, searching for his notebook, and try to stretch this out over the entire song. Imagine the various difficulties the blond and Chas are going through during the song.
- Hmm, I ran here…then there, and then…*notices notebook rejoiced* Ah, I found th-
Behind Glam, Chas quickly cuffs his hands and ties his feet.
- WHAT THE HELL?! CHES? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON?!?
Ches injected Glam with a sleeping pill
- *resists sleep* C-Ches.....what's this...... *falls to the floor and falls asleep*
- I finally caught you, and you're one of the fastest gazelles I've ever laid eyes on
Ches carried his friend to their room.
- You're a real feather, Glam. Okay, rest, *looked at the box of items smirked* we'll play with you later. *stroked his hair* Damn, it's so soft, like a cloud
-*wakes up yawns* Hm? What's this? How long have I been sleeping? What even happened?!
- Oh, hi, you're finally awake
- I won't make that mistake again. If you chewed through the handcuffs so easily back then, I had to double up on defense
- Ches, honestly, I was just looking—
Shows Glam's disappearance
- This? You were looking for this?
- …Yeah, right, but how did you…find him?
- It's simple. You're just such a loser)
Glam blushed a little after these words.
- You always lose things or forget things somewhere, and I have to pick them up and return them. That's why I'm your friend, to help you out
- …Thank you, Ches, but what else do you want to do with me if you won't let me go?
- Well, I didn't finish my job then. And that's because someone likes to run away
Glam looked at Ches with a serious gaze.
- Why are you looking at me like that?
- I'm waiting for you to start torturing me. Is that even legal? Or should I expect something in my ass???
- No, no, no, there won't be anything foreign sticking out of your ass
- Thank goodness, otherwise I know how cheerful you can be sometimes
- Hah, well, yeah… So you said something about torture
- You've heard of tickle torture, right?))
Glam blushed many shades of red, and sweat followed. He realized that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to escape this time.
- N-no, I haven't heard of it
- Well, if you haven't heard of it, *pulls out feathers, baby oil, and electric toothbrushes* then I'll introduce you to the topic
Glam started tugging hard at the handcuffs, hoping to break free, but unfortunately, this time the handcuffs were tighter than the last ones.
- Calm down, dude, you're not going to escape anyway. Okay, less talk, more action, as they say
Ches took off Glam's vest and tossed it aside. Then he lifted his shirt a little and felt the blond's stomach.
- Hahaha, Ches, ow, haha, stop it, hahahahaha
- I'm not even touching you, and you're practically squealing. What would happen if I actually tickled you?
Chas literally dug his claws into his friend as if into a piece of meat.
- NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
- Tickle, tickle, ticklish metalhead. Coochie coochie coochie coochie coo~
- STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!
But instead of stopping, the brown-haired man took one of the electric toothbrushes and lowered it into Glam’s cute umbilical cord. His screech was heard throughout the universe.
- CHEEEEEEES ENOUGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN'T ANYMORE!
The vocalist blew hard on his neck and nipped at it a little, sending the blond into complete hysterics.
- *squeal that makes everyone's ears "bleed"* NО!!!
Ches stopped and untied Glam.
- *yawns* Yeah, you were right, better off just lying down and watching TV.
- Dude, we don't have a TV…
- Okay, then let's go write a song
- Oh, that's our thing, let's go
The rest of the day, Glam and Ches wrote and rehearsed songs, played games, and just lay around like sardines.
