Raining Blood, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and Cowboys from Hell

*Derek Walks into the Will-B-Superstore*

Derek: "Hi...I'd like an uploaded video of Distorted Mind covering Candlemass' solitude, please"

Random Will-B-Superstore Employee: "We're sorry, right now Will is too lazy to upload that video, can we take your number and call you when he removes himself from his chariot of masturbation and uploads the video?"

Derek: "NO. That would not be fucking ok, you hair-brained idiot!"

Random Will-B-Superstore Employee: "Sir, please calm down. We cannot have such foul language in a place of good reputation such as this"

Derek: "Don't make me get Scottish on yer arse, ye fuckin' wee whoore ye!"

*Escorted By a beefy security guard, Derek leaves the Will-B-Superstore to cries of*

Derek: "I'll get that video, you bastards! I'll get it! AARRRGGGGHHHHAAAWHWOOOOWHAHHHAAARRRRGGGH!"