(Yay! More boredom! –sarcasm- I'm here in Washington on a surprise trip with my dad for my grandpa…wait…you don't want to hear that…anyways, I'll probly have a lot of time to write considering I have the house to myself for another hour or so. So…um…here you are. Attack at will.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz or a monkey (that would be so cool!...shutting up…)

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Murdoc gazed at the screen blankly, his mind not really paying attention to whatever he was supposed to be watching. Instead, his thoughts drifted to what happened before the other artists' came home. He grinned to himself, and evil look in his eye as he remembered Noodle's face when she opened the fridge and saw him standing there.

He was still grinning when 2D walked into the TV room and found him there.

"Uhhhh…..erm…..Muds?"

"WOT?"

"Wot are you smilin' at?"

"None uf yeh business."

"But…Muds…"

"Wot?"

"It's a male model competition…and i's gettin' creepy…"

Murdoc snapped to his senses and saw to his horror a muscular man flexing at the screen in nothing more than a skimpy speedo. His grin disappeared in a nanosecond and he let out a yell and grabbed around for the remote before finding it under his rear. He flicked the channel away, his red eye twitching.

"Li' I said, Muds…wot are yeh grinnin' at?"

Murdoc turned three shades of red. "No'un."

2D's look of 'I-do-NOT-want-to-know' remained as he inched out of the TV room and into the kitchen.

Russ turned his head around from cursing at his mix of food. "'Ey." The big man said.

"'Ey."

"Where's Noods?"

"Sleepin'."

"Oh. Is she eatin' or what?"

"I dono. I'll ask Muds to give 'er a plate la'er on."

"Whatever."

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Soon enough, 2D shoved a plate under Murdoc's nose.

Unaccustomed to what he deciphered as service, the bassist grabbed the food and took an enormous bite out of the somewhat blackened lasagna before 2D snatched it away.

"'EY!" Murdoc roared. "Gimmeh meh food!"

"It's not YOURS, Muds."
"The 'ell it's not! GIVE!"

"It's Noodle's! Can yeh take it up to 'er?"

Murdoc was preparing to punch the singer when what small portions of brains he had clicked. A golden (though rusty) opportunity presented itself, and he suddenly turned from demonic 2D hater to gracious butler.

"O' course!" he soothed and took the plate from 2D's astonished hands. "I'm not 'oo hungry, don' wait up for meh." And with that the filthy man disappeared from view, the lift "DING"-ing closed.

2D stared after his bandmate, his mouth dropped open and his hand still opened as though he was still holding Noodle's dinner.

"Yo! Stu!" came a call from the kitchen. "Yeh eatin' or not?"

"Uhhh….yeah…." 2D managed to say and made his way to the kitchen and ate, his brain still not quite understanding. The two ate in silence before the drummer looked up from scarfing his food.

"Where's Muds?" Russ said, his face full of alarm when he noticed that the Japanese guitar master was missing too.

2D took a moment to swallow his bite, then shrugged. "'E's givin' Noods some food like I asked 'im to."

Russ sat for a few minutes, taking this in. Then he stared at 2D. "You…sent….Murdoc….to….Noodle's….room…..ALONE." he stated incredulously.

The other looked up. "Yeh, that's wot I said."

"Alone."

2D thought for a second. Then his face contorted with understanding, then horror. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah."
"FUCK!"

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(i knows it's kind of short, but meh folks are home and I'm not entirely sure if I can be on the laptop...crap...so, um, I'll close this, it ended up working pretty well anyways, and I'll see what chapters I can cram in before goin back to meh mom's. Fanks for all reviews!)