Famous bass-slayer Murdoc Niccals was having the worst night ever. In fact, he was having the third worst night ever in a row.

Punching his pillow up and putting it over his head, he groaned and cursed to himself again. For the third bloody night in a row, he couldn't get himself a wink of sleep.

No matter how many aspirin, sleeping pills, alcohol or any combination of the three that he tried, this bout of insomnia was planted right where it was. It made itself well known in the mornings, where he just wanted to miss rehearsals, yell at his band mates and spent most of his time tormenting his singer.

Even before these last few nights, Murdoc had found himself beating on 2D a bit more than usual. At first, he dismissed it only as pent up energy, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hollowness when the singer left the room.

For the love of Satan, he had better not be getting a damn mid-life crisis of all things!

Slamming his fist down, Murdoc rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the small fridge. Pulling out a beer and clicking off the cap, he guzzled down a good amount of the can.

Rubbing his shaggy hair down, he let out a long sigh. Something had just been getting to him lately. Whatever it was had better cut it out or he'd be pulling his own hair out.

Glancing out the Winnebago window, he could just barely see the door to 2D's bedroom. The moment he thought of the blue-haired singer, he swung his fist and crushed the remains of the can.

"Christ, wot in Hell will make me get some SLEEP! AUGH!"

Falling back onto the bed again, Murdoc groaned into his pillow and tried to forget the entire world around him.

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Down the stairwell to his room, 2D was sure he could hear something yell in the Carpark above him, but merely shrugged it off as Murdoc having yet another one of his famous drunken breakdowns.

Sitting on his bed, a pang of sudden pain hit him hard in the forehead. Grabbing up the two pills on the table, he swallowed them dry and fell on his back.

"Maybe sum music will 'elp me feel better..."

Cranking up the stereo system on the other side of the room, one of Gorillaz own songs, Man Research began to play.

2D nodded his head slightly to the beat before laying on his side, one hand rubbing his other arm's bruised elbow.

Although he wasn't quite sure why Murdoc had beaten him up almost five times that day, he really didn't care. After all, he was the dullard, the thick-headed pretty boy. It was as though he was supposed to get beat up and insulted.

The fans ate it up with pity, but for once, he wished that someone would actually help him. Someone other than Noodle and Russel.

Maybe even...No. Murdoc's never going to change, ever. Why would he?

Chewing on this question for a bit, 2D found himself suddenly falling into deep sleep, quite the opposite of Murdoc, who meanwhile tossed and turned in bed while cursing loud enough to reach the Heavens.