Chapter 3: Murdoc

Murdoc had not played a large role in the video. He only rode in the Geep and held a gun that he used to help shoot down the helicopters. Of course, he had to be complaining about something. Today, he was tired.

"I'm tired!" Murdoc said as he walked through the door. "I mean, I have to wake up at 2 in the fucking morning"

"8:00 ,Murdoc ,you woke up at 8:00" Russel interrupted.

"Anyway, like I was sayin', I have to wake up at 2:00 in the mornin' an' get dressed in like 5 minutes! Then I have to run up to the white room and do a bloody video!"

"Calm down Murdoc." Russel said.

"Where's face ache?" Murdoc asked, but he'd already turned a corner before Russel could answer. He made his way down to 2-D's room, and slammed the door open. "Come here to me you little!" This was the daily routine. Murdoc chasing 2-D. 2-D running and screaming for his life. The usual, but this time, Russel had had enough.

Russel grabbed Murdoc and bitch slapped him as hard as he could.

"You gotta stop doin' this" Russel said. "You might seriously injure 2-D someday."

"OW! That fucking hurt Russel! An' 2-D needs to be seriously injured to fix that head of his!" Murdoc yelled.

Noodle started crying.

"Man, look what you've done now!" Russel said.

"I don't care! 2-D's the only reason I'm stuck with this crap band!" Murdoc yelled., his faced turning a very bright red.

"Fine! Why don't you just quit then!" Russel yelled, his voice turning into a yell from his normal, quiet voice.

" Okay! I will!" Murdoc shouted, and he stormed out of the building.

Author's Note: Yay! Rising action time! Woo hoo! This is when the story starts to turn into more than one day, but that doesn't really matter. Now! Time to fend off the aliens invading my mom's bathroom!

To the bathroom, AWAY!