Later on that night, Murdoc makes his way back to his room. He staggers along, singing 'Starman" by David Bowie. He was annoyed that Russel and Noodle had turned up, especially Noodle. She had spent most of the afternood glaring at him, and telling him about all the people who had tried to kill her, because of one thing or another. All of which she had decided to blame him for. Something about gun runners he had stiffed by selling faulty weapons to, then legging it with the cash. He did recall something like that vaguely happening, not that he would openly admit it to her. Eventually he had zoned out, like he had seen 2D do, and stared at the wall. For the first time ever, he began to understand how useful a thing that abilty was. After a while though, Murdoc just refused to sit back and let Noodle grind him down, and had waved her off, marching down to his lair and locking himself in. If she was planning to stay, then he planned to get, and remain, drunker than ever before.
As he passes the door to Noodles room, he hears loud banging and thumping sounds coming from inside. He stops and stares at the door, drunkenly wavering back and forth on unsteady legs, wondering what the guitarist could possibly be doing in there. He smiles evily and approaches the door, leaning against it as he slowly places his hand on the door handle. His idea being to slam open the door and catch the girl unawares. With a quick movement he slams his hand down on the handle, as he presses all of his weight on the door, but it does not open and all he manages to do is hurt his arm. He swears under his breath as he stomps out a small circle, hissing about the fact that it feels like he has broken his arm. He stops and shoots an angry look at the door, deciding he does not care any more, and with a quick breath between his teeth, he rubs his arm and waves Noodle off.
At about 3 am, Murdoc is lying on the end of his bed, his eyes bloodshot, and his nerves frazzled. His whole room seems to reverberate with the sound of banging and thumping coming from Noodles room. He had tried to ignore it, tried ramming his pillow down over his ears, tried sticking bananas in his ears, but nothing had worked. Now he is just lying there, hoping that whatever she was doing, it would end soon. The banging continues and even begins to sound as though it is getting louder. With a roar the older man jumps up and marches out of his room, slamming his door open and stomping down the corridor to the young woman's door.
"Do you fuckin' mind? I'm trying to masturbate in here!" He shouts, giving the door a few quick sharp kicks. There is silence for a moment, and feeling as though he has won, he marches back to his room. He stops at the end of his bed and collapses onto it, instantly curling up into a small ball with a huge satisfied smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.. A few seconds later, the banging and crashing starts again, making the bassist cry out as if in pain and roll off the bed. He holds his ears in his hands and bangs his forehead against the floor, swearing under his breath. Then climbing to his feet he grabs his pillow and storms out of his room, making his way to the captains room to sleep on the lounge.
The next morning, 2D is standing on the beach staring at a passing crab. He looks up and sees Murdoc smoking a cigarette near the front door and waves at him.
"Hey Muds. I 'ave a crab!" he shouts at the bassist, pointing down. Murdoc raises an eyebrow and slowly stands straighter.
"What?" he snaps back, not quite sure he heard him right.
"I... 'ave... a... crab!" 2D shouts back a little louder. Murdoc nods and waves at him.
"There's a spray fer that in the fridge! Just don't scratch 'em, you'll just make it worse!" He shouts back giving him the thumbs up. 2D stares at him confused as to what Murdoc had just said, he stares at him as the hamster in his head struggles to turn the rusted wheel, without much luck. Eventually giving up he shrugs it off, and looks for the crab, only to find he has lost it.
It is nearly lunch time when Murdoc emerges from his lair behind the bookshelf, still tired from the night before, and stiff from sleeping on the lounge. He yawns loudly and walks over to the pirana tank, seeing Noodle sitting on the lounge next to 2D. He shakes his head at them both and grabs a can of spam from the cupboard.
"You might wanna scoot over luv." he calls to Noodle over his shoulder. They both look over towards the bassist, a little perplexed at his comment.
"Why?" Noodle asks. Murdoc drops a few cubes of spam in the tank, silent for a moment.
"Coz this morning he told me he had crabs." Murdoc says a little distracted. Noodles eyes widen in shock and she quickly pulls away from the keyboardist.
"Eww 2D!" she shouts, scampering to the furtherest part of the lounge away from him, 2D blanches and searches his mind, suddenly remembering the crab.
"Noooooo, tha's not wot I said at all!" 2D shouts at Murdoc, his face flushed in embarresment. "I said I 'ave a crab." Murdoc turns and looks at him with a shrug.
"One, two, it makes no difference. Either way yer infested. Used that spray yet?" he smiles. Noodle makes a sick face, poking out her tongue, disgusted by the whole idea.
"Nooo, not them kind'a crabs. The beachy ones. Wif shells, and legs. On the beach." 2D splutters, doing his best to be understood. Noodle suddenly understands what he means and relaxes, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, a likely story." Murdoc growls, then turns on Noodle. "As fer you..." he begins. Noodle flops against the back of the lounge looking at him with sparkling innocent eyes. For just a moment the bassist is dazzled, unsure of what to say next. He blinks hard and shakes it off, determined not to let her get to him.
"I need a shower." 2D suddenly mumbles, pressing himself up from the lounge and storming off. Murdoc snaps a look over at him, then turns back to Noodle, who is fluttering her eyes at him almost seeming to ooze pure innocence. Murdoc pulls away, convinced if he continues looking at it he will be physically sick.
"Fer christ sake will you stop doing that?" he shudders. Noodle stops and yawns at him instead. "Yes! That is what you get fer all that banging last night." he snaps suddenly pointing at her, gritting his teeth angrily.
"You did wot man?" Russel suddenly roars, grabbing the bassist by the front of his shirt. Murdoc's eyes widen in surprise as he is lifted from the floor.
"What the buggery? Where the hell did you come from?" Murdoc croaks, finding hard to speak with the Americans fist rammed hard against his throat.
"Neva min' that man. What did yo ass do to dah sista?" Russel demands, pulling his fist back. Murdoc kicks out his legs and tries to prise the drummers fingers open.
"I didn't do shit, you fat idiot." Murdoc snaps, slapping at the drummers huge arms and trying to pries his fingers from his neck.
"Dats no' what you jus' said." Russel growls. Noodle is suddenly standing next to him, gently pressing on his arm.
"I am sorry Russel, but this time Murdoc is being truthful. He was asking me about all the noise I was making in my room last night." she smiles. Russel growls softly at the bassist, and drops him back on his feet. Murdoc eyes them both, pulling his shirt down and growling back.
"Interfering arse. Yeah, what exactly was all that noise? It sounded like you were dry humping my submarine... or something?" Murdoc snarls, jabbing a finger into the girls face, almost touching the tip of her nose. Noodle smiles and tips her head to her shoulder.
"None of your business." she grins and skips out of the room. Murdoc lowers his hand, watching her go.
"What the hell happened to her in Hell?" he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. Russel shrugs and lumbers from the room.
"If I were you, I'd be much mo' concerned wif what dah sista is goin'a do to yo ass, fo' puttin' her dere in dah firs' place, man." he growls over his shoulder at the bassist. Murdoc blanches, then grits his teeth hard in frustration.
"How the fuck did you even manage to get in here!" he roars back at him, determined to at least have the last word..