/Hey guys sorry for not updating so often so here's a super long, super saucy one from me, shoutout to all three of my fans yo! xD Anyway i know my writing in the previous two was not so great so i decided to do a thing to explain it all, basically it's this: I had no word. And only because of that did you see the errors you did, forgive me, notepad is not a great writing tool, however i also noticed some people think some of the words are misspelled in the slang, it is intentional and yes some of our british words are odd but i tried to convey the way they speak with accents, quite hard buut as a british person it is easier to understand. Well i hope that helped situation.

As always R&R and we'll be hearing more from this lot soon! :D

This couldn't possiby be right, was that...was he? The authoress' eyes went wide and she had to adjust her glasses to make sure what she was seeing was correct, Murdoc Niccals was peeping into someone's room whilst having a gentlemans handshake with his- ahem, she stopped herself there and pulled away from the door. Looking over at the locked door next to her she paused, but who was even there? Was there other people Murdoc was keeping here apart from the singer and her? Or was that person... Her eyes went wider, it was very possible at this point for her eyes to fall out. Seamlessly she scurried back to her room and shut the door tight panting as though she had just run a marathon. What on earth was going on?!

Running to her desk she had to take not of the room number, she could get to the bottom of this she knew and it would make for a juicy read for the fans of the band.

Later on in the day when apparently it was light she was allowed out for a walk, she'd always walk to the lighthouse but today she'd follow that green ass around and try to find out anything possible, notepad clutched by white knuckles she jotted down all the answers he'd give her questions and even the simple conversation in between.

Murdoc Niccals was perched precariously on the edge of the outdoor balcony with binoculars to his face, his face was contorted, not quite bewildered but yet not quite it's normal disfigured self.

/Can you see that... that strange brown surface in the distance, almost like a dome...S'been getting closer and closer everyday...Eh well probably nothing, probably the boogeyman plotting his own demise... (a long pause) what're you doing here? Come to check on little old me? Or are you checking my oh so busy schedule to get a little quickie in the Studio? (insert a more perverse laugh). Eh? What was i doing last night? Anything i bloody wanted, drank a little home brewed rum and then went to my study to do some sophisticated reading. Now go away, i need to think about some things alone...\

As he wandered off to the otherside of the balcony to peer through his binoculars the Authoress stood there eyeing the green demon suspiciously before heading off to find 2D.

Heading down the stairs she bumped into the borg who watched her as she walked passed, the stare was empty but calculating, like she was staring into the computer of the universe. Well that was essentially what she was doing. pausing she walked into the only door that was down that hallway and paused, same floor, same place...who was behind this? Hesitantly her cold fingers went up against the even colder iron door, she knocked quietly and waited for someone to answer, nothing, she opened the door to a large dark room that smelled of damp and the sea, a large whale was peering in through the large underwater windows and whaling out, a wonderful sight to her, but none so to a certain blue haired singer... she paused again seeing another less metallic door, like a bathroom door. She knocked that as well.

/"H-hello? Who's dat? H-help me out, just...just close dose curtains fer me please, dat whales been torturin' me the whole night..."

(pause)

"Has it... i-is it gone yeah?" (2D opened the door with a pair of beach pants on and a towel precariously balanced on his head.)

"F-fanks, i thought he were gonna eat me up...I couldn't sleep...So 'ow can i help ya?" (a cheery grin accompanies the question)

"Eh? You saw mudz down 'ere? Ya sure? 'e never comes down 'ere 'less he's drunk and all...but i did hear a noise last night...sounded like drillin', coulda been the 'lectrician though, he does as lot of that stuff." (2D shuffles unto his bed and gets under the covers)

"Yeah i stay in dis room 'til i need to be recordin' it would be alright if the bloody whale weren't there, i fink Mudz paid 'im ta keep an eye..."\

The Authoress spotted a roll of masking tape on the ground and taped the windows shut over 2D before leaving him to rest, her time would be up there soon but she was determined to get to the bottom of this very interesting situation, perhaps it could add a little plot twist to the biography. She headed back to her room in deep thought before bumping into the borg who was standing just in front of her door, the borg clicked and seemed to be speaking before she held up a wad of letters, all in brown envelopes and red stamps. Her company, looked like they were worried, she wasn't surprised, last time with the zombies and this time...a plastic island. She entered inside before the cyborg could give her a small package and started opening the mail, the noodle lookalike left the package by the small lumpy mattress Murdoc called a bed. The letters all talked about how the office was going and how they had appreciated all the work she had been doing with that "mess of a band" another noted a small camcorder for the special edition of the book, for a DVD. She dumped the letters down on the table and pulled out her small notead for a review before dinner. A shriek sounded through the halls before he realised Murdoc Niccals was already drunk, it was the middle of the day and Murdoc was drunk, no surprise but what was he doing here? Opening her door she spotted the man slumped at the end of the hallway.

/"Superfast, superfast, i come in last, we're just in time for BREAKFAAAST! 'ere lady c'mere, 'elp me gerrup." (Attempting to get up he stumbled and flopped on his front) "Ehehe ain't it glorious, are ya catchin' a good eyeful of me arse, you look like ya need a spanky from Mudsy." (He stood up with help from the wall and swayed toward the Authoress, cuban boots dragging along.)\

This was her best time to ask, or maybe, get more drunk, for the truth. Inviting him in she decided to test out the new camera.

/"Ooh like a little playback do we? Finefinefiiiiine well i think we do Superfast jellyfish tomorrow, but i was gonna c'mere and give ya a good bit'o Murdoc...(glugs drink) d'yawantsome? Ya sure? Mmh weell, if that's all i think i might go check on me singer..." (shifts to get up but instead slumps on the bed hiccuping) "I think...i think i might be a bit whickey disk'd, wanna help me out since i clearly ain't gonna get laid."\

Helping the man out to where she'd found him he gave her a sloppy salute and walked off to scrape his god awful nails against 2D's door.

/"'D! Ey..ey D', it's me yer best pal Mudsy, lemme (hic) in i wanna talk."

"No Mudz, ya dun wanna talk ya wanna 'it me! I ain't openin' it.."

"Yer ain't gotta choice dullard, didn't even know you 'ad a voice."\

The door pushed open and Mudz went inside, the perfect opportunity, rushing back to her room she fumbled to get the camera and tiptoe to the hole Mudz had so obviously drilled the night before. Lining up the recorder she watched the scene before her unfold. At first Mudz was simply just beating him, she had to bite her tongue till it bled to not get involved but suddenly it turned into the cruelest form of desire and Murdocs lips were upon 2D's smaller sweeter ones roughly. The boy's blueberry hair was tugged roughly as green skinned hands slid over the boy's bare stomach and chest. Bottle of rum forgotten, they slunk their hands over each other in a drunken haze, they had already been on the bed and Murdoc was hunched over 2D as he got a little more than just handsy.

At first 2D didn't seem to like all the things Murdoc was doing but after a small bite to the neck and a small stroke to his growing manhood it was apparent that 2D had attempted to keep the sound in. As they moved quickly pants had been shredded off and Murdocs snake skin belt was suddenly wrapped around 2D's wrists as he was pushed onto his front, he dragged his long legs underneath him and pushed his bottom out toward the bassist. A loud but gruff few words were spoken. "Yeah ya fuckin' love this 'D I know ya do.."

A jolt of his hips and he hissed at how deep he had gotten inside that tight little space. He'd crammed in just about everything he could inside and suddenly he was feeling the hot pins and needles of pleasure running down his spine. 2D had screamed out from under the makeshift shirt gag he'd been tied with, his hips suddenly moving into action tilting and pressing against that one place that felt like heaven.

"Oh yeah, use that pretty voice.."

Murdocs hips thrusted forward once and a wonderful shriek of pleasure ran straight through 2D as both their hips collided and Murdocs penis was suddenly crammed right into his prostate, 2D arched back and suddenly Murdoc had twisted his fingers into knotted spikes to tug as leverage, and as they fucked quickly the Authoress had to take a breath for herself. She returned to look. 2D's body was crumpled into the corner of his bed as he was fucked into oblivion. 2D was holding on for dear life as he gasped and moaned out, the gag now more like an obscure necklace now.

"M-mudz no-oh god yeah, fuck, Mudz i'm gonna."

His nails cung to the bed covers before a sudden rip went through the room and a moan of ecstasy poured into the room, Murdoc finished over 2D instead of inside and he just groaned before doing his belt up and swaying out the door for a drink. 2D was left alone still bound but didn't care as he simply pulled his hand from one side of the belt and passed out.

She simply stopped the camera, her face bright red she was convinced, would this be the thing to put on the DVD, was this even allowed? She thought not, scurrying back to her room she decided it was time to finish the rest of her work. Murdoc was piss drunk, would he even remember? Would 2D? Both parties had been drinking that rum, did they even know this is what happened? Did this happen at kong? So many questions that she had no answer to, yes she definitely had to know.