El Nudo
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"Siempre vas a estar conmigo…
como el nudo en mi ombligo…
en mi vientre escondido…
solo tu, mi unico amigo…"- Superaquello, 'El Nudo'
Night at Plastic Beach was not like nights at Kong, and that's the only thing that 2D could think off to keep himself sane in his underwater bedroom. Sure, there was the whale… and Murdoc was still there. But there were no zombies lurking the grounds… or underwater. There was also no Noodle, no trace of a kindred soul, only the robotic copy the satanic bassist had managed to conjure up. The same cold mechanical android that had helped said bassist kidnap him from his London loft.
'Not tha' I could've though' betta o' him. He'd foeva be devious… even more so now.' He thought, staring at the closed blinds in his windows. Trust Murdoc to use his fear of whales to torment him more. "Pisser… should've known betta than to tell 'im. Not too bright, are ye, Stu?" he snorted.
"Got that rrrright, face-ache. I think there still might be a neuron in that hollow 'ead of yours!" Muds said, dripping with sarcasm and scaring the blue-haired singer. Kidnapping the bugger wasn't so hard, it's easy to find a blue haired, lanky man with black holes as eyes anywhere. And 2D hadn't even taken the care or decency to find a discreet costume to hide himself since Demon Days. 'Prat still doesn't know how famous he is. Shit, it took me and Noods 2 hours to find him, with all the fan girls flocking to the damn building like it were some sort of shrine!'
"Dullard… seein' as we's got nothing else to do 'round here… mind joining me for a drink. Android 'ere ain't the best drinkin' buddy… always breaks down, see?" he sneered at the younger man, staring to see if he'd dare refuse. "Ain't nothing better to do, eh? Sure, why not? Fanks, Muds" Stu replied. It'd been the closest show of friendship, or even acknowledgement he'd gotten from the green-skinned man since his arrival.
"Don't think too much about it, stupid."
"Wasn't planning on doin so."
Hurrying through the lift, fearing another breakdown, the pair rushed to Murdoc's room in the top floor of the island. Grabbing two beers and a baggie of pot, they settled into a comfortable silence. Neither one was talking much these days, Murdoc merely going down to 2D's room to 'relieve stress', using him as a human punching bag. But even those visits were dwindling down, more likely due to the failures in the electric system. 2D wasn't complaining, any bruiseless day was a good day, but the loneliness was getting to him. There was nothing in the god forsaken island to catch his attention, just barren waste. Russel was nowhere to be seen, though he had a feeling the drummer might be coming soon. 'Hopefully sooner rather than later.'
The time passed rapidly, and soon the boys had downed a considerable amount of alcohol, and enough pot to make even Murdoc loopy. He leaned towards Stu, too close for comfort. The singer thought Muds might just pass out right there and then, just like he felt like doing himself. Instead he whispered something that left his blue hair standing, and goosebumps in his pale skin.
"Siempre vas a estar conmigo… solo tu, mi unico amigo.."
Translations:
"You'll always be with me
like the knot in my bellybutton
hidden in my womb
only you, my only friend"
Murdoc: "You'll always be with me... only you, my only friend"
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