A/N: So, I just posted a very angsty fic, and for all my loyal followers, you know my policy. One angst fic goes up, one happy fic follows. So, here is a rather humorous version of my previous upload. Enjoy!

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

You liked to think you were a simple man with simple needs. Okay, so maybe not so simple, considering you had blue hair and blacked out eyes, but you still had simple needs, damn it! The need for sleep was one of these many needs. The mere act never took long for you, actually, rather it was natural or drug induced.

Your main problem, however, was staying asleep.

Today was a natural sleep for you.

You had just gotten out of the shower, not even bothering to change into pajamas as you slinked into to bed, towel getting lost on the floor and you tunneled under the blankets, not stopping until your head grazed the pillow. You sighed contently, nuzzling your blue locks into the fluffy fabric of the pillow. The light heat from the shower that followed you to bed relaxed you further into an almost dream like state. Closing any opening that would have otherwise let the warmth escape, you snuggled into your cocoon, letting yourself slowly drift to slee-

ring...Ring...RING..RINGGG!

You groan, still not willing to give up your mini paradise. You make a tiny hole in your fort to let your hand sneaky out, cringing instantly as the chilly air froze the poor thing to death. It took a few moments of patting your mattress to realize you had left your phone in the bathroom. Groaning in absolute frustration, you sat up, tightly wrapping your blankets around your shoulders before leaving your comfortable nest. You cringed yet again as life decides to remind you the, indeed, the floor is colder than the rest of the room. You take one large step forward, only for your blankets to get caught around your ankle, taking you to the ground in the most graceful trip you have ever done in your whole life.

You lay on the floor, noticing how your phone hasn't rung in over two seconds. Sighing contently, you are just about to dose back off on the floo-

ring...Ring...RING..RINGGG!

"'m comin'!" You call out to the phone (which was silly, as the phone really couldn't do anything) and pulled yourself up off the floor. In three quick steps, you are back in the bathroom, cringing now as the water on the floor made contact with your chilled feet. You tread over to the counter and pick up the ringing technology.

"Murdoc?" You read the caller I.D outloud, wondering now. The older man was in his Winne last you checked. Why would he be calling you now? Shrugging, you answer the phone just before its last ring.

"'ello?" You ask curiously. There is silence for several moments, followed by the sound of, what you seriously hope, shuffling papers. After a few more minutes, you speak up again, "Murdoc?"

"Wuh? Oy! Faceache, ye answered!" Oh great, he was drunk.

"Yes, I answ'ed. Wha's up?" You head back to your room, sitting back down on your bed. You run your free hand through your wet hair before shaking the droplets from your fingers.

"St-tupot, I got...I got a great, great, GREAT, idea." He drawls. You could practically picture him rocking around as he speaks.

"Yeah? Wha' woul' tha' be?" You pull your legs under you, rolling the black holes you call eyes. You hear more shuffling papers before Murdoc speaks up again.

"Got a greaaaaaat idea." He slurred.

"Yes, no' will ye tell me wha' it t'is?"

"We...we shoul' have a baby."

You nearly drop your phone, eyes widening, "A...wha'?"

"A baby! C'mon, the fans'll love it!"

"Mudz, we can' 'ave a baby."

"WHY NOT!?" He whines. You can't help but laugh.

"Yer drunk, aren' ya?"

"Good night, faceache."

"Good night, Mudz."

"Hey...2D..."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"WHAT!?"

Of course, the next morning, Murdoc wouldn't remember a thing