Murdoc is asleep in his Winnie, muttering and giggling something about Tank Girl, when he's jolted awake by a very peculiar sound.

"Eh? Err, ah, what?" he groans, sitting up awkwardly. He opens his eyes and notices that it's pitch dark in the wagon. So dark in fact, he's not quite sure he has opened his eyes, and tries to open them wider. But quickly finds there's no change. "Ah fuck! Must'a blown a fuse...? Or some....., shhhhhhit. Utter bollocks." he groans and mutters angrily to himself, as he gropes around his bedside table for his mobile. After a while he finally locates it, and switches it on, taking note of the time. 3:45am.

"3:45! Oh fer fuck's sake. Stupid fuse.... arse." he snarls angrily, using the light from his mobile, to search the floor for his Cubans. Pulling them on he adjusts his underpants, and stomps his way down towards the Winnie's side door. Along the way he bumps into the zombie lady, who makes a quick protective grab for her doll. Murdoc stops and shines the mobile from the doll to her face, looking the jittery creature up and down incredulously.

"Moron." he mutters, shaking his head and continuing on his way past. She slowly turns, still clutching her dripping doll, watching the old man fumble his way to the door. Habitually he reaches for the handle, somehow instinctively feeling he's in the right location, without having to check, but only finds wall. So the old man slides his hand further along, hoping to locate the edge of the door frame. But after a while, he still continues to find wall. Giving in with a grumble, he shines the mobile at the toilet wall, and tracks it's path along to where the door should be. To his horror, he finds that his door seems to of completely vanished.

"Haaaaaaaang on!?" quickly he shines the mobile all around the interior of the Winnie. In the dim blue light, he quickly discovers that it's not only the side door that has gone, but the drivers side door, and all the windows as well. "Huh? What the bloody...? Who the fuck has stole me windows! No wonder it's so dark in here." he suddenly turns on the zombie lady, shining the mobile back in her direction. "What did you do!?" he screeches. She flinches and bodily turns away from him, cradling over her doll and smoothing down it's hair. Suddenly the mobile starts to ring, so Murdoc instantly answers it.

"Hello, hello! I've been robbed! Burgled! Mugged in my bed. Some swine, has eh, absconded with my windows..., and my door! Wait! Yes, and my hatch to. RRRRRight, now grab a pen and wrrrite this down!" he splutters angrily down the phone.

"Allo Murdoc, you horrible little cartoon fiend you." answers a very calm and familiar voice. Murdoc pauses and slowly takes the phone from his ear, looking down at it carefully as he thinks. Slowly he returns it to his ear again.

"Errr, Hello? Who is this?" he calmly asks, still not sure who the person is on the other end.

"Us!" two voices state firmly down the phone at him. "Jamie and Damon." Murdoc flinches just a little and quickly darts his eyes around the pitch black room, thinking.

"Ohhh. Heh, heh. Hi." he finally answers them, just a little sheepishly. "Look, I'd love to stay and chat with you both, bah, but I'm having a little difficulty here. Ahem, you see..." he begins to explain again, but Jamie cuts him off.

"Yeah, we know. Isn't it amazing what an eraser and a pencil can do?" he chuckles. Murdoc snaps his mouth shut so quickly, his teeth come together with a menacing click. Both men listen to the absolute silence on Murdoc's end for a moment, wondering if the old man had heard what Jamie had said. Suddenly the phone seems to explode with rage. Obscenities and vile threats, pouring down the line and roaring into the room around them. Jamie holds the phone at an arms length away from them both, almost startled by some of the things the bassist is screaming at them. Suddenly it stops.

"Oh fuck. Look, my battery's running down, and I left my charger in the first floor kitchen. Yes, it was funny. Hah, haaa. Games over now, just gimme back my door you bastard, so I can go get it!" Murdoc snaps, his voice still oozing with vile anger.

"Um, no. We've both decided that you need a little time off. Just a couple of days. So you just sit back, relax, and think about what you did. OK?" Damon replies with a chuckle.

"Fuck you Albarn! You can't tell me what to do!" the old man snaps back with a growl.

"No. But I can. So behave. It's just for a couple of days Muds. Don't get so worked up about it." Jamie calmly responds. There's silence for a moment, before Murdoc answers back.

"Looooook, I was just messing about. No harm done. I'll fergive you both, if you just gimme mack my door. Now! Okaaay?" he replies calmly. Jamie can hear the quiet threat in the old bassist's voice, and doesn't believe him for a second. He turns and looks at Damon, and both men shake their heads.

"No." Murdoc hisses and swears again, looking at the battery meter flashing urgently at him. He finally gives in and sighs.

"Fiiiine. This fridge better be fully stocked. Otherwise the snap back fer yer shenanigans here, will be monumental. That's all I have to say." he manages, just as the phone suddenly dies out. Jamie and Damon giggle, as the cartoonist hangs up the phone.

"I actually believe him you know?" Jamie smiles.