"Wot the hell is tat?" Paula asked looking over the large metal thing that sat in their parking garage.
Murdoc patted the side of it and grinned at his two band mates.
"My Winnebago, since I can't really stand either of you dullards I decided I need a place to get away from you."
"Whatever"
"Tat's not nice" 2D said sounding mildly hurt.
Murdoc rolled his eyes at the two of them.
"Now when I'm 'ere I don't wanna see either of you, ya come in without askin' me and I smash yer fuckin' face in. Got that?"
Paula nodded, shrugged, and then went back into the house. 2D stood there staring at him like he was trying to figure something out.
"Why you always wantin' ta get away from me for?"
He thought about just slapping him or kicking him in preference to a real response, but he wasn't in the mood for that. He also couldn't help, but feel bad at the look of hurt and disappointment on the singer's face.
"I need my privacy mate, ya got yer bird t'ere to keep ya company."
"Yeah, but she don't pay too much attention ta me. Unless she wants sex and even den….I don't know, just we don't hang out like we did back in England, I miss tat ya know."
He didn't like thinking about 2D having sex with her, she was disgusting inside and out. He really didn't like remembering how things were before Paula showed up, how great it was, and then the day the singer came into the house over joyed he got his girlfriend back.
"Whatever, look I'm goin' in the Winnie, bother me, and I smash yer fuckin' face."
Murdoc went inside slamming the door shut behind him, he had a feeling 2D was still standing there. He really didn't give a fuck; the idiot could go into the graveyard and get attacked by zombies for all he cared. Then again knowing his zombie movie obsession he'd probably enjoy that.
He opened the small fridge that sat next to the broken down table and grabbed out a beer. He wondered if he'd been drinking more since the move or it just seemed that way. He couldn't stop thinking about 2D and all the things they used to do. He'd kill him if he ever really brought it up, he'd definitely murder him if that bitch ever found out about it. He really needed to stop it; he had more important things to think about right now like where in hell he was going to find a drummer. So far his band had kind of jus fallen into his lap with hitting 2D with his van and then Paula coming along a little over a year later. He wondered if he could just get very drunk and go driving until he ran somebody down, maybe he'd get lucky and they'd be a drummer.