1/1/2007 (!!!11!!!zomg, it's liek, da NEW YER!!!): I have edited this and changed it to make it BETTER. TRUST ME. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.

Hello! I didn't expect to be updating this story but I had a flash of demented inspiration whilst watching Big Brother (anyone shocked by John and Ashley being kicked out? I find the fact that both of their real names are Michael more shocking, personally) and came up with this little Edwicki-ish bit of fluff. Have fun!

Noodle played it to them and, for a moment, the world stood still as the world became entranced by the soft, haunting melody dancing from her guitar. She softly murmured a few of the lyrics under her breath before handing 2D the sheet of the music, including the words she thought he should sing.

2D picked it up, peering closely at the lyrics. "I need … a … gu-u-un, to keep … my-self fro-o-om harm," he sang. He frowned. It didn't sound right, it was too, oh, how could he express this? Er…

"Brilliant!" Russel exclaimed, blinding them all with his broad smile. "Man, Noodle, you are a freaking great composer! Ya know, I reckon this'll be our best album yet!"

Murdoc sniffed disdainfully. "Mate, Russ, I think you're forgetting the simple fact that I wrote our last album. And, see, I didn't write this one – hell, it ain't gonna be topping any charts anytime soon!"

2D stared at the lyrics, focusing on the melody Noodle had played earlier. Or, more accurately, trying to focus. But he was having a hard time doing this, the melody kept getting mixed up with a different song he had stuck in his head. He needed to concentrate … Unfortunately; concentration had never been his strong point.

"Yeah, Like you could do a better job, Muds." Russel stared angrily down at the bassist. "So what are you try'na say 'bout Noodle's writing, huh?"

Sneer firmly fixed on face, Murdoc argued his cause with a defensive note to his voice.

"I would have done things differently, that's all. Binned the philosophical crap, written something better, more insightful-"

"To do with sunshine in a bag?"

Noodle lost interest in the conversation, turning her head back down to her guitar. She played an experimental note and was soon lost in another world, fine tuning the song's melody.

2D gave up on concentration and began joyfully humming the song stuck in his head – damn those catchy Sesame Street songs! But, oh noes, yet again, 2D could not focus! The Sesame Street song kept mixing itself up with Noodle's tune in 2D's head!

Aaaah! 2D screamed inwardly, clutching at his head. Soooo catchy… Soooo confusing …

Unless…Hmmm…

"2D wrote that part of the freakin' song!" Murdoc yelled, dropping his bass.

Russel put his hand on his hip in a way reminiscent of Season 2 of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. "Well, why didn't you help Noodle with the album if ya just gonna keep discouraging her?"

"I keep fucking telling you, man! I was in jail!"

2D hummed the mashed up, beaten up and generally broken and bruised beat, looking at the words. He'd almost got it …

"Look," Murdoc hissed. "It's my band, my-"

He stopped. What was that heavenly sound?

"Shut up!" Russel hissed, a tad unnecessarily. "Listen."

The two men stared in wonder at 2D, all thoughts of the argument forgotten.

"I need a gun," 2D sang, playing a catchy little tune directly plagiarized from this morning's Sesame Street show on the keyboard, "to keep myself from harm."

Noodle smiled at him and, after a few more bars, joined in with her guitar.

"Amazing," Russel breathed, shaking his head in wonder.

Murdoc snorted. "I'll say. Anyone who can take a song about arming children with weapons into their learning-impaired brain and spin in into a joyful dance song with a boppy beat is pretty amazing alright. Pretty fucking amazing."