James Hetfield

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Axl's pov

Hot dogs.

That was what was for dinner.

I heard ANOTHER FUCKING KNOCK AT MY DOOR.

"Slash, can you answer the door for me, please babe?"

"Sure thing.... babeh 😍"

He opened the door, and some kid with long curly dirty blonde hair burst in while singing totally incoherent lyrics from songs that sounded familiar.

"SUP BITCHES"

JAMES FUCKIN HETFIELD?!?!! OH MY GOD!!!

"Um, hey James, didn't expect you to turn up on this fine evening, but we're having hot dogs for dinner, so help yourself"

He grabbed a plate and got a hot dog but couldn't decide what condiment he wanted on his hot dog.

"James, we have ketchup, mustard, mayo or relish. What d'ya want?"

"MUSTARD! MUSTARD!"

So he put mustard on his hot dog and scarfed it down as if it was the last thing to eat on Earth.

"BUUUUUUUUURRRRPPPP"

With that, he passed out on the floor and I had to carry his ass up to one of the 12 guest bedrooms.

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