*blink*

*kicks assorted musi into a room*

"What is it this time?" Lars snaps. "And why are they here?" Points to slightly shell-shocked looking muses.

*sigh* "That's Dave and Taylor. They're new. They're part of the Ragnarok mess."

"That explains the look of abject terror," James smirked.

"Blow me, Hetfield. Look, I need you all to sing for Alex's birthday. Please."

After much grumbling, they finally assemble.

"Oh for god's sake, Taylor. Get off your knees. We need everyone to drown out Lar--to make this good."

"Fuck you."

"Deal, Lars. Now, one and two and three!"

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Alex!
Happy Birthday to you!