Brendon body-slammed the door behind Slagathore, as he didn't have hands. Foreheads don't have hands. That'd be creepy as fuck, okay.
Slagathore was quickly greeted by an accordion. As it didn't have legs, Slagathore was startled to find it rolling towards him at an uncomfortably fast pace. As it got closer, he realized it had a face. It had dyed blond hair and stubble on its chin.
It jumped up onto Slagathore's shoulders. Slagathore almost fell over.
"Hi! I'm Pete!"
"Hey, I'm Ry- Slagathore.."
"That's too long. Like my dick. So I'll just call you Slags."
"Oh. Okay then."
Pete the Accordion jumped off of his new acquaintance's shoulders and rolled a few feet away. "Slags! Follow me!" He rolled a bit farther.
Slagathore followed him to a back room. Pete jumped up and opened the door, revealing a boy wearing thigh-high boots, fishnet stockings, a thong and a t-shirt.
"Hi there, boo," the boy said to Pete. "Who's this you brought with you? He looks...very good..in bed.."
"Mikes, this is Slagathore." Pete turned to the awkward Slagathore standing in the doorway. "Slags, this is Mikey. He's a stripper and a drag queen. He's chill as fuck."
