London Beckons Song Written By Giant Robots

Questionable Behavior

The sounds of an industrial construction site had begun to make themselves known as commonplace in the studio. Nobody was eager to see what the noise was, for fear of becoming gruesomely murdered at the hands of a crazed bassist. 2D had started to sleep in my room, the noise causing a rather inescapable insomnia when he slept in his own room.

I started to wonder if perhaps someone should intervene with Murdoc's obviously doom-bringing plans, but I thought better of it when I heard a stream of violent curses from downstairs.

With all of this chaos going on, I couldn't help but wonder what Murdoc's inspiration was, so I decided to ask 2D if he knew.

"Well… I dunno. I wos listenin' to some music…"

"What were you listening to? What song?"

"Build God, then We'll Talk."

Ah. That must be it. I should've thought to ask 2D before today.

But this development troubled me greatly. Was this perhaps a plan on Murdoc's part to exact his world-domination? I didn't know Murdoc was concerned with these sort of things. I thought his only drives in life were alcohol, drugs, sex, money, and fame. All basically simple things. Nothing like creating a god to presumably destroy things.

It was definitely troubling. But then, I thought, perhaps I am making too much of the situation? Honestly, what are the chances that this was Murdoc's inspiration for such a project? But he didn't seem to be thinking about this project until after he had beaten up 2D for turning up his music too loud.

I decided to consult Russel, as he was a mostly levelheaded person.

"Well now that's messed up," were Russel's words of reassurance. I told him of what I expected Murdoc was thinking, and he seemed to agree with me, because that's all he said as he went off to do something else.

It was then that I started to wonder exactly how sane these people were that I had been living with for four years. All were wonderful musicians with different tastes, but they all seemed to have become indifferent to the erratic behavior of each other. In the beginning, world domination might have seemed a cause of concern, but right now this just seemed like every other day in Kong Studios. Because of this, I decided to simply ask Murdoc what he was planning. I would probably regret it later, but it was worth a try.

So I went down to the parking garage where Murdoc's Winnebago was parked, and I was greeted with a complete junkyard.

I let out a deep sigh as I trudged my way through scraps of metal and old banana peels. It reeked.

I heard more growling and cursing off in the distance, so I suspected that I was near the 'construction site.'

What I was greeted with there made all of my worries about erratic and questionable behavior seem completely justified.

In the middle of a bunch of rubble and straps of metal, sat Murdoc, shirtless, with a hammer in his right hand and something that looked suspiciously like a pig… but like a figure of a pig. I don't think it was a real pig.

That wasn't even the worst part, thought. Standing next to Murdoc was a statue constructed completely of garbage and scrap metal. It stood the complete height of the parking garage, it's metal teeth shining from an unknown light source.

Murdoc noticed me then, and threw the pig and the hammer somewhere in the great expanse of garbage. He walked towards me. I thought about running, but decided not to.

"So do ya like 'im?"

Ah, it seemed he was in a good mood.

"Eh… him, Murdoc-san?"

"'Im," he repeated pointing to the 'statue'"

"What is 'him' exactly?" I asked hesitantly.

"I call 'im Zombie Jesus."

(A/n: As you can probably tell, I'm pretty much just making crap up on the spot here… haha…)