Murdoc Niccals was not a patient man.
2D had known it from the moment he met the lizardlike man, from the moment the bumper of his car had crashed headlong into his...head. He seemed to forever stand in a slouch, with his arms crossed and his foot tapping on the floor, with a permanent scowl and a shifting gaze etched into his face. Murdoc wanted everything, and he wanted everything in under ten seconds, or else the rage he could (and would) unleash could scare every volcano on the planet into submission. 2D knew how Murdoc's anger looked, but more importantly, he knew how it felt.
So when Murdoc's impatience was caused by a lack of pleasurable activity, and the only result involved him slamming 2D like a ragdoll into the brick wall outside the studio, kissing him until he literally choked from lack of oxygem, and falling to his knees to rip his jeans fly apart, 2D couldn't find any rhym or reason to complain.