Murdoc sat on the edge of his bed, lightly strumming his bass when he hears a knock on his bedroom door. He lets out a sigh, dropping his bass down on the bed beside him.
"What the bloody 'ell do you need now!?" Murdoc yelled through the locked door.
"What'd yo' do wit' my drums?" Russel asked, a bit frustrated.
"I didn't touch your bloody drums, why don't you go ask 2D instead?" Murdoc replied, he was tired of everyone always assuming he had something to do with the things that get lost in this black hole. 'This place looks like hell! It could be anywhere!' Murdoc thought.
Murdoc stood and walked over to his closet, pulling on a random shirt. 'Must be dirty for sure, nothing here is ever clean.' Murdoc knows this just as much as the others. He then walks over to the bedroom door, avoiding stepping on anything he finds important (which is hardly anything). He unlocks the door and steps out, making his way to the kitchen. The clock says 8:00 am, but that clock is an hour early. This means it is 9:00 am, which is around the time that 2D wakes up.
Murdock walks into the living room and flops down on the lumpy old couch, landing on the remote. He wiggles the remote out from under himself and begins channel surfing until he finds the 'Rock the House' music video, so he leaves it there since there is nothing better on TV.
2D walks into the kitchen and makes himself a bowl of Raisin Bran, then plops down into a cold chair at the kitchen table. Murdoc stands slowly and enters the kitchen as well.
"I'm starving! You better 've left me some milk, kid!" Murdoc grumbles as he begins pouring cereal into the bowl, some of it misses and lands on the counter but Murdoc doesn't bother cleaning it. Instead he flicks it at 2D who simply brushes the cereal away.
Murdoc pours milk into him bowl and gets a spoon, taking the seat at the kitchen table in front of 2D. 2D looks at Murdoc, a bit surprised that he is eating at the table, let alone with 2D.
"Why are you bein' so quiet this mornin'?" Murdoc asked curiously as he put a spoon full of cereal in his mouth.
"Why are you sitting a' the 'able with me?" 2D blocked Murdoc's question with his own.
"Don't talk back to me you little shit. Answer my question!" Murdoc asked, slamming a fist on the table. 'Why does he care? It's not like my being quiet is bothering him or anything!'
"My girlfriend broke up with me…" 2D confesses awkwardly, then flinches when Murdoc stands, expecting a blow. But Murdoc just sighs and walks out of the kitchen, leaving the rest of his cereal on the table.
'So that's why he was being so quiet? Odd, why does he care if a girl breaks up with him. With his pretty-' You stop for a second, thinking of another word to describe 2D. 'face, any girl stupid enough would fall for that bloke.' Murdoc thought about this for a while, about why 2D would be so upset about this.
Murdoc just lays down on his back and slowly drifts to sleep.