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This is slightly a quick update but I wrote all of this last term so I am going to update really quick!

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"Yeah, well, I happen to think that Playboy is a very worthy stock to invest in… Yeah, I realize you're advising against it. I just don't give a f---… Yeah, you have a f---ing good day, too!"

Murdoc slammed the phone down and took a drag on a cigarette. "F---ing financial advisor," he said venomously. Stressful business, this was. Made him wish he'd hired someone to advise his financial advisor. Or chosen a more enjoyable publicity stunt, instead of opening a hotel. Maybe living in the London Eye, for one.

2D skipped into the room and snatched the phone from Murdoc.

"Oi, I was on the phone!"

2D shrugged. "You just hung up."

Murdoc dropped his cigarette but and ground it under one Cuban heel. "What do you need with a phone, anyway?"

2D sighed. "I was going to call our financial advisor and see if the fact that these pills are prescription makes them tax deductible."

Murdoc sniggered. "That, or you were trying to fit as many technical words in one sentence as possible. Well, dullard, you got 'prescription', 'financial' and 'deductible.' Well done, deductible has four syllables in it."

2D frowned. "So they're not tax deductible?"

Murdoc laughed. "Ah, go cook lunch for the guests or something. Whatever else hotel workers do."

2D lit up his own cigarette. "Do we even have any guests?"

Murdoc consulted the register. "Well, we've got a Mr Bone in Room 9."

2D squirmed. "Actually, Muds, he's a zombie. And I think he's dead now."

Murdoc crossed a name out on the register. "Does this mean he won't be paying? Dammit."

2D snorted. "Yeah, so much for your 'get publicity and money' plan. It really worked." 2D laughed at his sarcasm. "Yeah, haha, really, haha, cos I was being sarcastic, see Muds? So I really meant that it was a heaps crap idea, hahaha!"

Murdoc considered 2D with an annoyed look on his face. "Get lost, D."

The phone rang again. 2D, who was still holding it, answered. After enduring an earful of shouting, 2D extracted his ear from the phone. "It's your financial advisor, Murdoc. And I think he wants to yell at you."

2D walked through to the studio kitchen and listened to the sound of Murdoc grinding the phone under one Cuban heel. It was quite relaxing really, mused 2D, if you listened to it through a double bricked wall. With two pain killers in your mouth. And the fact that he was blocking his ears, that didn't hurt either.

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When the Richardson family car broke down on a rainy street somewhere in the UK, they thought it was lucky that there was a hotel just down the street. Unfortunately, that hotel happened to be Kong Towers. Even more unfortunately, they were from out of the country and had not been aware of this fact.

Mr and Mrs Richardson stepped out of the car, unloaded the three kids and told them to go into the hotel. Unknown to them, a strange kid wearing a balaclava, scarf, dark glasses, a large camera and carrying a Dictaphone joined them.

The four kids entered the hotel laughing and dancing. The balaclava kid joined in slightly robotically, his scarf slipping down to expose a bit of stubble on his neck. Murdoc, who happened to be manning reception at that time, slammed his Playboy magazine shut.

"Excuse me; this isn't a f---ing DAYCARE CENTRE!" He yelled out the door. "Whoever owns these kids, take them back."

The oldest, a girl, giggled. "Ooh, you said a naughty word!"

The others, minus balaclava kid, formed a chant. "You said a naughty word! You said a naughty word!"

The balaclava kid took a few snaps of the room, including on of Murdoc. Murdoc glanced suspiciously at the kid. It joined in with the chant, somewhat robotically.

Murdoc put it out of his mind and sighed. "2D, get the hell down here!"

See, Murdoc's theory was simple. Get the kids someone closer to them in IQ. 2D. And if the dullard couldn't communicate with them, Murdoc could always borrow some of his painkillers.

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