I had a long, long break … but I'm back now! Omg, anyone seen the El Manana video clip? O0h traumatizing! But, whatever. Here is the next chapter of Kong Towers!

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Mr and Mrs Richardson lugged their bags into the lobby, a bit taken aback by the man sitting at the desk smoking and the blood on the walls, but charmed by the gentle man with blue hair who was looking after their kids.

"Whaddaya want?" The rougher-looking man, Murdoc, lounged back on his chair, flicking a cigarette butt into a bin.

"My wife, kids and I need a room for the night. Our car broke down just outside. Do you have any form of vehicle support?"

Murdoc laughed. Or it may have been a cackle. "You'll be lucky. Yeah, I could get a monkey to look at it for ya. For an extra fee, of course."

The man shrugged. "Er … A monkey?"

Mrs Richardson was spell-bound with 2D's babysitting skills. "Ah, what a nice young man. You know," she said to 2D, "You'll make a wonderful father one day."

2D smiled blankly and gap-toothily. Murdoc laughed again. "Heh heh heh. Wouldn't count on it."

"But of course!" Mrs Richardson cried. "You should hire out this young man professionally!"

Murdoc waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever. Now, if you could just sign on this line here…"

Mr Richardson put on his glasses and looked at the paper. "Um, this is in Japanese."

Murdoc faked an encouraging smile. "Oh, don't worry about that. It's just the insurance-"

2D poked his head up. "It's giving Murdoc the rights to all your money, shares in all your stocks and the right to eat every wagon wheel you own."

Murdoc hit 2D on the head. "Shut it, Dullard." He turned to the unsure Mr Richardson. "Don't take any notice of what Stu-pot says. He's a bit lacking in brains, if you know what I mean."

2D stood up and faced Murdoc. "I am not stupid! You keep saying that I am, but I'm not! I know my name begins with the same two letters as 'stupid', but it ends with different letters and that's what counts!"

Murdoc sighed. "Actually, your name starts with the same three letters as the word stupid. See, S-T-U-P-I-D. S-T-U-A-R-T. It's really quite simple."

Murdoc's spelling lesson was interrupted by Mr Richardson.

"Er, if I could just pay for a night's stay without signing any contracts?" Mr Richardson asked hesitantly.

Murdoc sighed. "If you must. 2D, get this man's key."

"His key?"

"Yes. His key. For the room he is going to stay in. Do I have to spell it out for you? H-I-S K-E-"

2D squared his shoulders and interrupted Murdoc. "No." 2D said, taking a chance to stand up for himself.

"No?"

"No. I am not your slave. Get, I dunno, Noodle to do it."

Murdoc sighed. "2D, the reason you're here is to obey me. Sure, I could get Noodle to do it, but she doesn't obey me like a mindless slave, the way you do."

"I don't, like, obey you-"

"2D, get this man's key."

2D slunk off to get the key. "Yes, Murdoc. Sorry, Murdoc."

Murdoc smiled at the two adults. "Now, where were we?"

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The Richardson's had three kids, although an extra person had joined them. That extra 'kid' was a cleverer than normal reporter, come to explore Kong Studios and write up and exclusive exposure of the Gorillaz most secret secrets.

"Murdoc sounds drunk," he whispered into a Dictaphone, "and may still be on drugs. 2D entertained the children, showing his father-ly side – could he possibly want kids? Rumors tell me that Russel is attempting to lose weight and impressionable Noodle, following his example, is in the early stages of an eating disorder. Group dynamics are shaky, I wouldn't bet on the Gorillaz staying together very long, especially if the love quadrangle between Noodle, Murdoc, 2D and Russel continues."

Murdoc looked up from negotiations with the Richardson's and glared at the reporter. The reporter quickly put away the Dictaphone and joined in a game of duck, duck, goose with the other children. Aah, the sacrifices he made for his work.

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