"Ha, you is stills a big pussy dildos dat you is afraids of dat boozecarts lady." Skwisgaar said with a roll of his eyes, and he stepped out of the vehicle, and started towards the door. He was most definitely still Skwisgaar, even despite the dye job, the dozens of tattoos and piercings, and the facial hair and wrinkles. He was tall, skinny and lank, but very much still the Metal God that he had always been. Which is to say, he was slightly more recognizable than the drummer.
He knocked on the door, and proceeded to pick under his nails.