After having finally been released from his predicament five days ago. Murdoc has since then been working quietly in his Winnie. Fuming and plotting his revenge. He sits back from the notebook he's been scribbling furiously in and takes a drag from his cigarette. Looking down at the page, he makes a final stroke and smiling evilly to himself, picks up the book with one clawed hand and holds it out from him.
"Ahh, finished. This will teach those bastards a lesson." he growls with a chuckle in his voice. He signs the work and butts out his cigarette. Putting the ashtray back on the floor, he switches off the light and crawls into bed, pulling the blankets up and rolling over to get some sleep.
PHASE ONE: Annoy Russel.
The next morning, Russel has finished his breakfast and has decided to relax with some taxidermy. He plods quietly down the hallway with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. Thinking about finishing one of his earlier projects and deciding what sort of wheels to put on it this time, he opens the door and steps into the room. Taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair. The large man flips on the overhead lights and looks back over the room. Spotting the project in question, he walks over to it and takes it down from the shelf he'd left it on. He gives it a quick brush down with his huge hand and puts it down on the floor in about the centre of the room. Then walks over to his tool chest and rolls it closer to the project. Then heading back to the shelves he stores his spare parts on, the large man begins picking out the parts he wishes to use and returns them to the spot on the floor. He slowly sits down and pulls the project a little closer to him, then with a deep cleansing breath, smiles and opens his tool chest.
"I go' sum real good ideas fo' dis one. Shoul' be dun in no time". He says to himself, instantly he sees more than half of his tools are missing and he begins frantically searching all of the other compartments for them. "Damn man! Why can' dat cracker pu' mah stuff back when he's dun"?! He growls, thinking it must have been 2D who had taken them, as he had done so in the past when he'd needed to either build or repair one of his many miscellaneous keyboards.
The large man struggles back to his feet and searches the rest of the room, to be sure they indeed were missing, before gruffly walking to the door and heading into the hallway to find the absent minded young man.
PHASE TWO: Oh suffer the blue headed moron.
2D is sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen, fast asleep. With his forehead on the table and both arms dangling limply from his shoulders under it, he snores loudly and occasionally makes a few happy noises. Russel walks in and sees him quietly giggling and snoring to himself, and approaches the sleeping young man. He reaches out with a meaty paw and raps his knuckles on the table next to 2Ds head and steps back. 2D snorts awake and sleepily lifts his head a little from the table.
"Muds... That Avon lady's back again". He moans still half asleep. Russel gives him the evil eye, but chooses to wait while 2D returns from whatever strange land his dreaming mind had just been in. Slowly 2D sits up and rubs at one of his eye holes with the heel of one palm, while yawning and stretching high up to the ceiling with the other. He gently shakes his head as he lazily drops his hands back in his lap and slowly his eyes focus on the room again. He looks up from the table top and sees Russel standing in front of him, with his arms folded over his enormous chest.
"Oh, allo. Is it lunch time or sumfink"? 2D asks, as he ruffles his blue hair and looks vaguely around the room. Not willing to wait any longer, the Drummer unfolds his arms and walks around the table to the young man, grabbing 2D by the arm and lifting him out of the chair.
"Yo ass is goin'a collect all'a mah tools an' put 'em back where yo foun' 'em. Ya dig"? He growls as he drops 2D to his feet again and pushes him ahead of him to the kitchen door. The young man furrows his brow and presses the kitchen door open as he's shoved along.
"Tools"? He says curiously. "But Russ. I haven't touched your tools in ages"? 2D adds with a shrug as Russel jabs a meaty finger at the elevator button.
2D and Russel finally open the door and step into the young mans bed room. Instantly they see the large Americans tools. What happens to be left of them that is, as they have all been welded together to form a huge sculpture in the centre of the room. They have also been spray painted a vibrant pink, with a few miscellaneous red and yellow stripes dotted here and there. A welder, mask and a few empty spray cans sit on the floor at the end of the Keyboardists bed. 2D and Russels mouths drop open in shock and utter amazement at the sight.
"I...? I...? Wow, that looks kind'a good". 2D remarks as he steps forwards and walks around the sculpture. Russel snaps his mouth closed and makes a tight fist with his huge hand, reaching back with the other and grabbing hold of the door handle. The Keyboardist looks up at him as he hears a low rumbling sound roll through the room, his smile drops from his face as he sees the insanely furious Drummer, step further into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Murdoc is at the sink in Kongs bathroom with some methylated spirits, washing pink, red and yellow spray paint from his hands.
PHASE THREE: Annoy Russel some more.
A couple of days, and a new set of replacement tools later. Russel has finished his taxidermy project and happy with the results has decided to go to his bedroom for a snack and a nap. He passes Murdoc on the way, looking rather pleased with himself, but can't be bothered asking the devious old man why he looks so unusually happy. So the large man lets it go and continues on his way.
As he enters his room, the large man removes his cap from his head and wipes the top of his bald head with his huge paw of a hand. Then dodging past a few fast food containers, heads to the coffee table for a box of cookies he'd left there earlier that day. Something catches his eye as he passes the small table, and he steps back a little, looking down at his record player on the floor.
PHASE FOUR: Death from above.
"Where's..."? he forgets about the cookies for a moment and begins searching high and low around his room, for his 'Mr Softy's Balloon Race' record. After tearing the room apart, he sits down on the lounge completely exhausted and annoyed at not being able to locate it. After a short rest, he stands up and decides to ask the others if they had seen it around somewhere. Heading straight up to Noodles room, he knocks and steps inside. The young girl is sitting quietly on her bed playing a game on her Gameboy, she looks up as Russel steps in and when she hears his question tilts her head thoughtfully to her shoulder thinking.
"No. I am sorry Russel. But I have not seen it". She shrugs and turns her attention back to her game. Russel sighs and heads down to the car park to ask Murdoc instead. Murdoc has just been cleaning glue off his hands and refuses to step out from his Winnie, choosing instead to shout at Russel through the door.
"What the fuck would I want with yer daft record. Just piss off and buy a new one.... (mumble) Botherin' me with yer shit.... (Grumble) Ya pillock"! Not willing to waste any more time and allow the Bassist to insult him any further, he waves him off and heads for 2Ds door. He knocks but doesn't receive and answer, so he wanders off to search for him. Just then, the young man opens the car park door and almost bumps into Russel on the way out.
"Oh... um? No Russ". He replies at the Drummers question as he opens his bedroom door. "I haven't seen...". Both men look up and see the wrought iron table setting in the centre of 2Ds room. Curious they both approach it. The top of the table has a rather nice mosaic on it and Russel begins to study it closely, as it appears to be made up of a mixture of broken coloured tiles, and a record. He spots the still partially attached label on one of the pieces and reads it. 'Mr Sof'. Slowly standing up straight, he glares at the confused young man. 2D points at the table as he slowly takes a deliberate step back.
"Heh, heh. I'm guessin' by the look ya given me... (gulp)". 2D watches as Russel once again walks to the door and closes it behind him, leaving the two of them inside alone.
Murdoc sits on the floor in the doorway of the Winnie, with his legs dangling over the edge and a bottle of Rum nestled in his clawed hand,. He sips on the Rum and listens to the 'Delightful sounds of a Dullard being squashed flat'. Satisfied with the results, he pulls himself up to stand again with the door frame and pulls the door behind him slowly as he steps back inside.
"Told you I'd teach you summink". He grins and finally shuts the door