After a really rough night. Murdoc wakes to find he'd fallen out of bed and had been sleeping on the floor, with his face in the ashtray. He awkwardly sits up and peels a few ranom smoke butts off of his face, while spitting ash from his mouth. Slowly pulling himself up with the edge of the bed, he sits back and shakes his head while ruffling his hair. Still able to taste the ash in his mouth the old man stands up and drags his aching body to the bathroom.
"Ack! My back is killing me". He moans, as he massages and arches it in an attempt to make the vertebra pop into place again. He gazes up at his reflection and reaches for the mouth wash. Slugging back a mouthfull, he rinses thoroughly while grimacing in the mirror at himself about how bad it tastes. "Blergh! That's pretty rancid stuff"? He complains after spitting out in the sink. He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm as he reads the back of the bottle. Taking note that the useby date is out by six years, he raises an eyebrow and thinks hard about it for a moment. Finally coming to the conclusion he really doesn't care, he puts the bottle back in place by the sink and goes to the toilet. After finishing up and tucking himself back into his filthy underpants. The old man walks back to his bed and sits down again, looking about on the floor for his cigarettes. Seeing them poking out from behind one of his boots he reaches down to grab them and catches sight of his burned hand. Finally he sees how burned his fingers look and snatches his hand back again, turning it over and over trying to work out what had happened to them.
"My hand! Mah, my beautiful hand"! He stammers in shock. A faint image floats into his mind and he sees himself standing in a corridor, just about to tap a light bulb. Instantly he remembers what had happened to him and quickly gets dressed.
2D is sitting in the kitchen talking to Russel about zombies and why he thinks cannibals are different, when Murdoc slams into the room. The Bassist skids across the floor to a stop at the table, slamming one hand down on it while reaching over with the other, to a very startled 2D.
"What the fuck is this"? The Bassist screeches, holding the palm of his burned hand mere inches from 2Ds nose. The Keyboardist squints at it, shaking his head slowly.
"Um? A hand Muds"? He asks, lifting his arms ready to protect his head and face. Murdoc turns the hand to face him and looks at it, then thrusts it back into 2Ds face.
"My hand pillock! MY HAND"! He screams, spraying spittle into the young mans face. 2D turns his face away, and wipes at it with his arm.
"Yeah. I can tell coz it's attached to ya. Why are ya yellin' at me Muds"? He whimpers, looking from Murdocs hand to his face while gently and slowly trying to slide himself sideways off the chair. The Bassist sees his bid for escape and suddenly grabs him by the shirt, yanking him forwards into the table.
"Becaaaaaauuuuse"! He drawls, "It's burned beyond all recognition. And it's yoooour fault"! He tosses the unfortunate young man back into his chair and steps back, folding his arms over his chest in a huff. 2D smooths down his t-shirt looking over at the angry old man.
"No Muds. I saved ya...". 2D replies, slightly annoyed and confused. Thinking about it for a second longer, a thought suddenly comes screaming forwards at him. "Does that make us even"? Murdoc unfolds his arms staring at the young man incredulously.
"Bwah? Noooooo. It does not make us... Fuck you 2D"! the old man leaps forwards into the table just as 2D jumps back, with the old man flailing at him he cringes into a ball. Russel is holding the table down with his hand so it doesn't slide across the room, whereby taking the large mans breakfast with it. He looks over at the still flailing Murdoc, then turns his attention to the now uselessly flailing 2D. Given 2D is still hiding his face under one arm, he doesn't see Russel stand up and grab Murdoc by the back of his shirt and drag him from the room. Still swiping at the air with his other arm, he slowly looks up and sees he's alone.
"Oh. Now where did he go"? He asks, and looks under the table. Suddenly it occurs to him he's searching for a man who wants to strangle him, and he stops looking and creeps to the balcony door. Taking one last look into the kitchen he scrambles over the railing and drops down to the ground far below.
"Unhand me you bohemoth"! Murdoc snaps, trying desperately to reach back and grab Russels hand. But the Drummer keeps draging Murdoc, not letting the old man gain his feet. He finally stops at the end of the corridor and swings Murdoc round to face him.
"Dat cracker DID save yo life. He tol' me all 'bout it. And if'n he hadn'a dun wha' he did...."? Russel growls. Murdoc slaps his hand away from the back of his shirt and snorts at him.
"I KNOW THAT! It's this that I'm pissed off about"! He snaps, shoving his burned hand in the Drummers face. Russel grabs the hand and yanks it roughly back from his face and down a little, pulling Murdoc down with it. The Bassist almost falls from the momentum, gripping his shoulder and whincing. "Hey, hey, hey. Are you trying to finish me off ya bastard"? He adds with an almost pain filled growl. Russel looks up a little at him, but then turns his attention back to the burn.
"Bah! Jus' a scratch. Ya ain' got nuthin ta bitch 'bout dat I can see". He says and flings the Bassists hand back at him.
"Just a.... He's ruined me fer life"! He screeches incredulously, stamping his foot and making fists. "That's why I'm going to kill him"! He turns and moves to walk back into the kitchen, but Russel grabs him again and tosses him onto his shoulder.
"No ya ain'". He growls, and punches the button for the elevator. Murdoc kicks and rains punches down on the Drummer, struggling to be set free. But Russel ignores him and steps into the elevator when it arrives. "Yo goin'a leave dat cracker alone". He grumbles as the doors close again.
By the time the elevator has reached the lobby, Murdoc has given up struggling and is laying quietly on the large mans shoulder. Bracing his head with one hand, his elbow resting on Russels shoulder blade, while drumming his fingers on the large mans head. Russel steps out and looks about the room, trying to decide what to do with the persistant old man, deciding eventually to just return him to the Winnie instead.
"Are we there yet"? Murdoc snarls in annoyance. Russel growls at him and heads to the car park, doing his best to ignore the sound Murdocs drumming makes on his bald head.
Outside below the balcony, 2D is whincing and rubbing his left ankle after having fallen awkwardly and over flexing it. He slowly sucks in a breath between the gap in his teeth, and struggles to his feet. Looking around and wondering what to do next.
"Awwww, why me? Ow"! He limps off to the corner of the building and carefully peeks around it to be sure the coast is clear. Then limping as quickly as he can, moves up the side of the building to the front, checking again. "I don' really have no where ta go"? He wails softly. "Maybe I should just go back ta me room and hide under the bed"?
Russel yanks open the Winnies side door and tosses the old man inside. Murdoc falls against the bench seat, but surprisingly for an old man, quickly gains his feet and rushes the door again. Russel is surprised, but quickly shuts it on him, slamming the Bassist in the face.
"Yargh! You utter, utter bastard! That was my head"! The Bassist screeches, and after cradling his head for a moment, rushes the door again and tries to open it. Russel braces it with his whole weight, nearly toppling the vehichle onto it's side. Murdoc is suddenly tipped away from the door and slides back to the bench seat. Shocked, he spreads his legs wide and holds his hands out to brace himself. "ARGH! What the fuck are you doing"?! Russel moves his weight back, and the wagon drops back down onto all four tires again, blushing a little.
"Didn' a'tchully mean dat man. But if'n yo ass don' calm down? Dah nex' time I will. A'ight"? He calls back at him through the door. Murdoc stands up straight again and brushes himself down.
"Pillock. I'll calm down soon as that blue headed muppet is dead". He mutters, and flops himself down on the bench seat. "You're going to get huuuuuungry. Someone didn't finish his breeeeeakfast"! He sings sarcastically at the door.
"I 'ave some saaaaaaandwiches. In mah jacket pockeeeeets"! Russel sings back with a chuckle while leaning his back against the door, he then takes one of the sandwiches out and begins to eat it. "An' I go' a packet of biscuits an' a Coke to. He adds with a mumble, searching for them. Murdoc eyes the door and gives it a visual 'Huh'?
"Oh fer fucks.....". He growls giving himself a forehead slap. 2D suddenly pokes his head through the door and looks about the car park. Russel looks up instantly spotting him and frantically waves him away. 2D panics and dashes into the room and dances about, trying to work out where to run. Murdoc sees movement in the side window and jumps up, racing to it and yanking aside the curtains for a look. "YOU"! He screeches spotting the young man, and races to the side door again, kicking it repeatedly with all his might. Russel holds it and snaps his head around to the still panicing Keyboardist.
"Stop dancin' ya dummy an' run"! He growls as some of the kicks Murdoc is administering, actually begin to shift his weight. Murdoc stops kicking and grabs his stereo from the bench seat, lifting it high over his head and with a shout tosses it at the side window. It bounces off and rolls to a stop at his feet, but doesn't break the glass.
"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHH"! He shouts furiously, gripping his hair tightly in his hands. He looks up and sees the man hole. Opening it he jumps up and using his fore arm to brace himself, tears back the canvas. Russel hears the noise and steps back from the door, looking at the wagons roof. 2D has stopped dancing, but is now frozen in fear. Murdoc pulls himself up through the hole, but because it doesn't open all the way, gets caught on it by his belt buckle. Kicking frantically with his legs he tries to free himself, but can't. Russel looks back at the frozen Keyboardist and strides over to him.
"Whacha standin' dere fo'!? Run ya damn crazy cracker. If'n he gets his ass lose..."? He snaps at him, grabbing him by the arm and shoving him back to the corridor door. 2D finally snaps out of it and slams open the door, sprinting down the corridor and slaming open the door at the other end. Murdoc is still struggling to free himself, reaching back with his hands and yanking on his belt as hard as he can. But his efforts seem in vain as he just can't get lose. He kicks harder and harder, but in the end has to give in and just hang there exhausted.
"Cooooooor, me nads". He complains as the pressure of his trousers and his weight squashes them down hard into the seam. He presses his weight onto his forearm again to take the weight off and looks about for the Drummer. "Oi, fat guts. You still there"? He calls with just a small squeak in his voice. Russel growls and looks back up at the wagons roof.
"No' if'n yo keep callin' me dat I ain'". He growls back to him. Murdoc whinces and shifts his weight some more.
"Oh go on. It's a joke! Can'cha take a joke"? He says, attempting to laugh through his pain. Russel doesn't answer and the Bassist rolls his eyes realizing he's going to have to either apologise, or stay exactly where he is. "Fine, fine. Ahem! I'm sorry. Okay"? He says as pleasntly as he can. "Now can you get in here and HELP ME"! He screeches, struggling again. Russel smiles to himself and steps further back from the Winnie.
"Sho' I can. But first, I t'ink I might go finish mah breakfas'. I'm starvin'". He says and heads out the door. Murdoc laughs thinking he is joking and waits. When nothing happens after a while, his smile drops and the old man looks around again.
"Um? Hello? Russel"? He asks in a quiet voice. It doesn't take him long to realize the Drummer had actually gone. "YOU COMPLETE BASTARD! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE......"!