2D first realized he'd been on Plastic Beach FAR too long when he found himself discussing subliminal death threats in Edie Brickel lyrics with a pelican.

"Ah'm tellin' ye, she's out t'get me, blud! Ah mean, dere's no way she could be tawkin' abou' anova' 2D. As far as Ah know, Ah'm da only one!"

The pelican shook his head once again, hiccupping slightly. "Well it seems she has some reservations," he drawled. "She wants someone to stop her before she gets you."

The neurotic musician twiddled his thumbs anxiously. "Yer roight. Maybe she's one o'dem groupies dat's into kinky shit? Loik, she loves me, but she wonts t'strap me down an' bite off me knob whoile she pretends t'be an alligator."

The pelican threw the bluenette a curious look.

2D smirked and winked knowingly.

Their sadomasochistic conversation was then interrupted by a tinny speaker-box voice.

"Master has requested that I bring you lunch," Cyborg held out a plate of questionable looking sushi. "Master has also requested that I inform you that you are a 'skinny faggot that makes Lindsay Lohan look fat' and that 'you need to eat something more than pelican cock.'"

2D rolled his eyes at Murdoc's form of sentiment, and accepted the plate. As of lately, most of the food in the pantry had run out, so they had resorted to fishing. It seemed Cyborg had retained some of Noodle's Japanese heritage, and often made sushi out of whatever sickly, oil-logged fish they could find. 2D usually grimaced at the slices of stinking seafood, but today they fell perfectly into his plan.

"Oi Cyborg, can ye get me a bit o'wasabi wiff diss?" he asked.

Cyborg jerkily shook her head. "'Bit o'wasabi' command pending. Permission to accept command from Dullard must be verified by Master."

2D waited patiently while Cyborg went inside to ask Murdoc if it was okay to bring him wasabi. 2D couldn't control Cyborg directly without Murdoc's permission, but he was allowed to make simple requests, granted Murdoc was sober enough to respond to Cyborg. A few minutes later, she returned with an unnecessarily large green hunk in her hands.

"Permission granted by Master to accept wasabi command from Dullard," She dropped the wad of wasabi unceremoniously in the sand next to 2D's plate. "Enjoy your meal."

2D looked pleased with himself as he picked up the huge spicy chunk. Cyborg's programming was a bit glitchy, since she was constantly making rum runs for her boozy "Master". Why make several trips when she could bring him the whole case? This logic worked well for rum, but not so much for other items. Asking for sugar in your coffee would get you a slightly coffee-moistened pile of sugar, and passing the salt often resulted in injury.

The pelican stared wide-eyed at the now sandy green lump. "Oh my, are you really going to eat all that?"

2D let out a snorting giggle. "Ye fink Ah'm mental? Dere's enough wasabi 'ere t'kill a whale, blud!" Grinning slyly, he left his sushi for the pelican to eat, and carried the wasabi with him down the beach. After passing several totaled cars and a pier with an antique carousel, 2D came across what appeared to have once been a gramophone sticking out of the garish pink rubble.

The cetaphobic vocalist often wondered how it was possible to pay a whale. Currency may have been of no value to the enormous sea mammals, but food definitely was. Bubbling slightly in the top of the contraption was a pool of stinking salty krill. The Dr. Suess-esque machine ran deep under the sand, sucking up sea water and filtering out the tiny organisms that would eventually meet their whaley doom at a set of baleen. Shuddering fearfully at the thought of those behemoth jaws, 2D tossed the gob of wasabi into the whale food with a satisfying plop. Mixing it slightly with an old rusty pipe, he watched the mush turn a sickening shade of brownish-pink, and spat in it once for good measure. Wiping the gunk from his hands, 2D returned back to the spot he had left the pelican in order to finish his conversation. Phase one of "Operation LEG IT!" was complete.

One of the few things 2D would miss about Plastic Beach was the sunsets. The voidoid vocalist was not usually one for sentiment, but he enjoyed watching the contrasting display of blue and orange as the sun melted like a creamsicle into the sea. Digging his toes into the sand, he hummed a simple little tune, losing himself in the moment. "Damn, diss would be great wiff a reefer," he mumbled to no one in particular.

"Reefer request denied. Dullard is not permitted security clearance over marijuana supply."

2D glanced at Cyborg, who had managed to sneak up on the notorious space case. She stood with her hands behind her back, gazing blankly at the horizon.

"D'ye loik watchin' th' sunset too, Cyborg?" he questioned. "Can androids really loik anyfing?"

She kicked the edge of her boot idly into the sand, glassy green eyes still fixed towards the sun. "As I lack an endocrine system, I am incapable of 'enjoying' activities in your definition of the word. I have however retained some of my host's memories, and can recognize enjoyable events and how they would affect me emotionally." She paused to think for a moment. "This sunset has enjoyable qualities."

2D smiled warmly at the robotic girl before catching himself. It was true that bits of Noodle would show through Cyborg's cold demeanor now and then, but it was too easy for 2D to slip into thinking she really was Noodle. Initially, he had tried to befriend Cyborg, hoping she could help fill the void her original host had left behind, but video games and horror movie marathons soon lost their charm when he realized the once joyous activities meant nothing to her. There was simply no replacement for Noodle, and 2D could only give so much love to someone who beat his face in with a rifle butt on a daily basis.

"Master has requested your presence in the living room," Cyborg commanded, breaking the silence. "It would be unwise to deny him."

2D's blood ran cold at the mention of Murdoc. Normally the aging rockstar wanted nothing to do with him, so being summoned usually meant something bad. Something involving whales. As he followed Cyborg up the lift he silently prayed to God, Buddha, Cthulhu, and whatever the Scientologists worshiped that Murdoc had not discovered his escape plot. Twiddling his bony pianist fingers neurotically, he prepared himself to duck and cover the moment the doors pinged open.