Inspired by the latest outbreak of Gorillaz love. Enjoy.

"Satan bought my soul

And now he wants a refund

The cheeky bastard"

Murdoc smirked at the haiku , sometimes he thought it was fun to scribble down some nonsense and give it to Face-ache to put into a song. For instance, when he'd tossed 2D a poorly scribbled batch of horny sentences on some old notebook paper, and 2D read the first one: "She turned my dad on with her magical tits." Some how, the pain-in-the-ass made it into a fine song which made it onto their very first album.

Another time they were sitting in a small cafe somewhere in Paris. He thought it was funny to hand the blue-haired idiot a napkin that read: "I AM GOD" which he'd written with some whore waitresses red lipstick.

2D looked at him, "Ya are, Muds?"

Murdoc had nodded, smirking, "Yah, Face-ache. I am."

"Though' yuh didn' believe in God."

"I believe in 'im. I am 'im!"

2D smiled at him, "Okay!"

The next night he had a song, melody, and everything planned, plotted and nearly recorded! Murdoc had a feeling that nonsense got the blue boy going. Some, stupid, little junk he halfheartedly worked on produced some of the best songs lil' ol' Two-Dents had ever tried to compose.

The bassist had a good feeling this full-fledged poem would shoot them to the top of the world! Admittedly he had tried on this one and he was rather proud of it. He was up all night reading haiku's and learning what syllables were. He clapped his hands to the words, double-checking that he was correct.

"Sa. Tan. Bought. My. Soul." he chanted, clapping five times and nodding.

"And. Now. He. Wants. A. Re. Fund." he repeated, each clap with the sound of the words.

He smiled, this was his favorite part, "The. Chee. Ky. Bas. Tard." he nodded at the five resounding syllables and stood. He smoothed the wrinkles from the paper and started out of his Winnebago, across the parking lot, and into 2D's so-called bedroom and waltzed in.

The lead singer was sitting on his bed and fiddling with his little synthesizer. He smiled at the music that danced from it and waved his finger easily with the tune.

Murdoc rolled his eyes, "Oi! Face-ache!"

2D looked up, "Yah, Muds?"

"I got somethin' for ya!" he handed 2D the paper and smiled with pride.

2D took it, read it, raised a thick eyebrow, then read it again. Slowly he looked up at Murdoc, "Er- well, that's very fine Murdoc..." he said slowly, "But- I got a good idea for a song too!"

Murdoc felt deflated, and inexplicably angry, "Oh?! What is it you got TWO DENTS?!"

2D wasn't offended by the name and looked at his own notebook paper, "Here. I on'y got a bit done." he opened his mouth, singing, smiling, his eyes shut:

"I'm caught again in the mystery- you're by my side, but are you still with me?- The answer's some where deep in it- I'm sorry but you're feelin' it... An' I just gotta tell you- that I love you so much these days- it's trueee..."

Murdoc rolled his eyes, "Tha's th'biggest load'a shit I ever 'eard come out'a ya big mouff, Face-ache!"

2D looked down, "Shoul' I scrap it then, Muds?"

Murdoc nodded, "Yeah. We'll use it nex' time we're desperate."

2D sighed and nodded, "Kay, Muds."

Murdoc tore the notebook paper from the other man's hands and stomped away. Back to his dark, miserable winnebago.

"Bloke wouldn' kno' lyrics from a fart!" he growled and the door echoed in the empty parking lot as it slammed shut.

Just a one-shot I think.