-Is this a C chord? [strums discordant note]
-No! -Is THIS a C chord?
[strumming discordant notes]
-Dude, that's not any chord. Please just stop before--
[skilled electric guitar playing]
Whoa. What did you just do?
-HE didn't do anything.
That was all Rage Sage!
-Whoo-hoo! -Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
Rage sage? [gasps in awe]
You're in the heavy metal hall of fame!
[gasps excitedly]
-Whoa! I loved your last album, Broadswords and Dragonfruits.
-Oh, my personal fave is Devil Egg.
-Ooh-ooh! And don't forget From the Depths of Hell-th Food.
[laughs]
-Well, how would you boys like to help me with my next album?
-PARTY TIME! -Yeah! Excellent!
-It's called... Unicorn Kisses.
[slide whistle toots down] -Uh... what?
-♪ Yeah ♪
-The title just seems a little weird, Rage Sage.
It just doesn't scream, "Power metal."
-Yeah, instead it screams, "Flower petal." [laughs]
-Don't worry. It's still vintage Rage Sage!
[metal riff plays] I'll lay some lyrics on you.
Let me know what you think.
-Oh, my God! Rage Sage!
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
-What's the problem?
-It's just a little, you know, corny.
-Yeah. Unicorny. [laughs]
-All right, all right.
Rage Sage is pickin' up what you're puttin' down.
-Well, you came to the right place for feedback. [laughs]
Yeah! Play it!
-Ugh. Never mind. Now just--
just baste your eardrums with this little ditty!
-Stop! Stop. Stop.
-What's the matter? Were the lyrics too good?
-No. They were terrible.
-Terribly awesome? -No. Just plain terrible.
-Oh. I knew it. This is the end of the line for me.
The Rage is gone.
-Wuh-- how can that be?
-It's been a rough couple of weeks for old Rage Sage.
I crashed my car into a garbage disposal.
Then my girlfriend dumped me for a rapping zucchini.
I'm emotionally drained.
I, uh... I can't muster out the rage.
-What type of mustard?
-I said "muster." -Dijon? Yellow?
What are we talking about here? -Muster!
-Maybe some English mustard?
I have a buddy that's English mustard.
-[plays note as he screams with rage, glass shatters]
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
That seemed pretty rage-induced, Sage.
-You're right. Your friend's annoyingly tough love
helped me find that old-fashioned rage!
Keep it coming! -You got it, Rage Sage!
Nya-nya-nya-nya...
-Orange! Try harder! -[continues babbling]
-Pull out all the stops!
-Motorboat time! [fluttering lips]
-OH YEAH!!! LET'S ROLL!!!
[shreds guitar, amplifiers explode]
-Whoa!!! -You did it!
You found the rage again! -Yes! Yes!
And it's all thanks to your incredibly annoying friend!
-I'm not annoying.
I'M AN ORANGE! Hahaha! Never gets old!
-Okay, you can stop now. -[grunts in disappointment]
But I was gonna make guitar sounds with my mouth. Wanna see?
-No!
-♪ Weh-weh-weh, weh-weh-weh-weh ♪
-STOP! [scoffs]
Man! I am so rage-induced right now!
Gotta keep working.
What do you guys think about being a sword?
Maybe there's a better weapon for the song.
-Hmm. A mace? -Too obvious.
-A crossbow? -Too complicated.
-Ooh! An ax?
-Yeah! That's the perfect weapon!
Plus, that's what most guitarists call their--
-AX! -Yeah. That's what I'm say--
Huh?
[thwack!] AAH!!!
-Whoa! -Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah, this is how always knew I would end!
Rage Sage! [thwack! thwack! thwack!]
-Well, that rocked. Wanna roll?
-Definitely.
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-[Orange laughs] Knife!