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Chapter 6!

2D and Russel watched Murdoc try to get a fire started with the twigs they had gathered.

"COME ON YOU BLOODY THING! LIGHT!" Murdoc was furiously rubbing two huge planks of wood together. "THE LEAST YA CAN DO IS SPARK!" he screamed. "I GIVE UP!" he growled, then he whipped out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cig, took a drag, and sighed. Russel stared at him like he was as dumb as 2D. "Wot?" he snapped angrily. "Wot the ell are you starin at?"

"Mudds….what's that you're holding?" Russel asked.

"Uhhhh…..a lighter…."

"And what do lighters do?"

"Set cats on fire……..oh……….FIRE!" Murdoc held the lighter in the air. "Cruel desert! I have defeated you! I, Murdoc J. Nicalls, have a LIGHTER! MWAHHAHAHA! And with this lighter, I will make fire!" he flicked the lighter in triumph….nothing….not even a spark. They all stared in disbelief. "B-but it worked a second ago," Murdoc muttered squeakily, then tried again. "BLOODY THING!" he slammed it against a boulder. "I CURSE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE LIGHTER FAMILY TO HELL, MAYBE YOU'LL WORK THERE!" he screeched and bashed it harder. "DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!" Russel grabbed the crazy Satanist's arm.

"Mudds…I think you might want to turn around," he whispered quietly.

"WOT!" Murdoc spun around in time to see the jack lope carcass surrounded by the dingoes. "WOT THA ELL DO YA MUTTS THINK YOU"RE DOING?" Murdoc snapped. The dogs looked up at him and growled. Murdoc flashed them a death glare that was so vile, so wickedly evil, that I don't think I should type down what it looked like in fear that I will mentally scar the innocent people. In that very second, the dingoes fled, leaving the band and their dinner. "Dullard, you start the damn fire!" Murdoc commanded.

"But I don't know-"

"THAT"S AN ORDER TUSSPOT!"

"Yes sir!" 2D instantly picked up the two sticks and tried to make the fire.

-A few Hours Later-

The three sat around the fire that had taken forever to make. 2D's hands had blisters and splinters all over, and he would often whimper in pain as Murdoc picked the wood out.

"All right Dullard, it's over!" Murdoc mumbled to the crying twit and stood up. He trudged over to the fat New Yorker who roasted the, not so fresh, rabbit meat over an open flame. Then he spotted something laying in the sand nearby. "Wot's this?" Murdoc questioned and picked up the two objects.

"It's the jack lope's antlers," Russel answered, not taking his eyes off of the meat over the fire. Murdoc took the antlers and sat down.

'I've got a strange feeling we're goin ta need these in the future, but why?' he pondered and began to sharpen them against the nearby bolder.

"DINNER"S UP!" Russel called after about thirty minutes of silence. He handed both of them one third of the food. 2D gazed nervously at the chicken leg looking thing he had been given. 'Poor jack lope…' he thought and took a bite.

-One Hour Later-

2D was still disgusted at the fact that he had eaten part of that poor bunny, even though it sure cured all three of their hunger pretty quickly. He was lost in his thought when something light and cold landed on his head.

"OH NO! THE MINIATURE PEOPLE ARE COMIN TO SUCK OUT OUR BRAINS!" 2D screamed and began to run around in moronic circles.

"Wouldn't get much there, now would they?" Murdoc muttered. Just then, he also felt the….RAIN! It was raining! Murdoc and Russel both jumped around excitedly in the refreshing rain. And 2D kept on screaming until he heard his band mate's shouting.

"IT'S RAINING!" they all cried in joy. "IT'S RAINING!" They all were refreshed in the refreshing drizzle as Noodle lied asleep on the sand, under the shelter of a cliff.

"We're not going to die!" Murdoc yelled happily and they all hopped around in circles.

END OF CH 6!

Yay! A happy chapter endin! Please review if I should go on! Until then, Adios Amigos! (rides away into the sunset on the back of a sumo wrestler.)