Hi there, iraqi guy... I love you... You love me... You should tell me ev-ery-thing.

Hey... hey there Barney... I heard that you were a distant cousin of Snufflofogus (sp?) Is that true?

Then random babble, and the guy cracks, tells them everything just to make it all stop... then Lars Ulrich tells the Military that they're using Metallica's music illegally and should be shut down. Mere seconds pass, and Lars is promptly shot in the head with a Colonel's sidearm.