2D had always assumed, since the formation of Gorillaz, that he knew Murdoc inside and out. The arse didn't seem like there was much to him, after all. He was an alcoholic smoker who would bring home women more often than he would brush his teeth. Murdoc's favorite past time, besides shagging everything with a pair of breasts and a lady bit, was throwing sharp barbs at the azure-haired singer and even sharper blows to his head.

There seemed to be so little to the Satanic bassist… Yes, many people as well as 2D assumed that they knew how Murdoc worked.

But that assumption changed the day that Jacob Niccals showed up at Kong Studios.

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"Is anyone going ta answer the soddin' door?!" Murdoc shouted from his spot outside of his winne, where he was enjoying his third after-sex fag of the day. Coupled with a bottle of tequila, the 35-year-old was already on track to beat his record for getting hammered.

"I'll do et." 2D said, pressing the start button on his controller. "'Old on jus' a sec, Noods."

The little girl watched him push himself off of the couch, sighing quietly to herself; this was supposed to be HER time with 2D. They always spent Saturdays playing video games with each other. And Murdoc always found a way to tear the singer away after just a few hours.

2D opened the door and blinked at the sudden brightness that came with the outdoor world; as his vision adjusted to the light, he was greeted by what appeared to be a ridiculously long…

"Nose!" He blurted out.

"Yes, I have a nose." A rather stately Cockney accent (if ever there was one) responded. "Is Murdoc 'ere?"

"Yeah, why do ya ask?" 2D was never known for being too bright.

"I'd like ta see 'im. Yew see… 'e's me son."

"…. 'Oly shite, yew must be old!"

Jacob's eyes glinted briefly. "I'm not THAT old, son." He held out a gloved hand. "The name's Jacob Sebastian Niccals. And yew are?"

"Oh! Erm, I'm 2D." 2D shook the man's hand awkwardly; he glanced over Jacob's shoulder to see a set of bags. "Are those your bags?"

"Yes. Yew see, I wos 'opin' ta talk with me son about movin' in." Jacob rolled his hand. "So could yew be so kind as ta fetch 'im fer me? There's a good lad."

"Right… 'Old on one sec." 2D shut the door part way, making his way to the car park. "Mu'doc!"

The bassist was half-way inside his Winnebago. "Wot is et, ya dullard? Con't ya see I'm busy?"

"Yer dad's 'ere."

Murdoc froze.

"And 'e wants ta ask if 'e can move in with u—" 2D was cut off by the winne's door slamming shut.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Murdoc shouted over the clicking of what sounded like a dozen locks. "I WILL NOT SPEAK WITH 'IM! TELL 'IM TA PISS OFF!"

"But Mu'doc, 'e's yer dad!" 2D jogged around to a window, which was promptly shuttered. Murdoc peeked through the blinds, eyes wide and wild.

"That man is not me dad." He hissed. "As far as anyone's concerned, I nevah 'ad a dad." He disappeared from view.

"Mu'doc!" 2D huffed. "Wot's gotten inta 'im?" He mumbled, stepping back to the living room. "Oi, wot's goin' on 'ere?"

Jacob was holding onto Noodle's wrists, holding her still as he yelled in her face,

"PICK UP THE SODDIN' MESS YA LIL TWAT!"

2D moved over and slapped Jacob's hands off of the girl, pulling her behind him. "Wot the 'ell do ya think yer doin'?!" He demanded.

Jacob huffed, straightening himself up. "I wos disciplinin' the lass." He said matter-of-factly. "I told 'er she should pick up this mess," he gestured to the crisp bags and soda cans littering the floor around the sofa, "but she refused ta."

"That's cos et's me turn ta clean up." 2D was slightly disturbed by Jacob's way of 'disciplining' a complete stranger. "By the way, Mu'doc says 'e won't speak ta yew."

"Really?" Jacob fixed the hat on his head. "Take me ta 'im, we'll see if we con't get this sorted out."

Noodle grabbed onto 2D's arm, shaking her head. She didn't like this man at all and wanted him gone.

"Et'll be alright, Noodle." 2D knelt down and gave her a hug. "Et wos jus' a misundahstandin'. Et won't 'appen again."

He pulled away after a moment and walked with Jacob to the car park, leaving Noodle with a bad taste in her mouth. She looked at the marks on her wrists, left behind by Jacob's tight grip; obviously, manhandling little children was something the man was experienced in, and it scared her.