Chapter eleven: I’m Coming for you 2-D!:

London, England

For four days straight, Kong Studios had been still. Murdoc had fallen bored for his personal punching bag was gone.

Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, Murdoc decided to seek information from a close link of his punching bag. “All right Sushi.” Murdoc snapped at Noiz one Wednesday morning. “Where the hell is that dullard?!?” Noizchild didn’t look up. “ANSWER ME BITCH?!?” the bassist yelled. “Don’t yell at me while I’m working with a client.” Noiz said calmly. Murds’s temper flared. “TELL ME WHERE THAT DULLARD IS NOW?!?” he screeched. The matchmaker ignored him.

After about twenty unsuccessful attempts at seeking info for Noizchild, Murdoc decided to try another approach to the conflict. “Noiz.” said he. “Yes.” she answered as she looked up. “You’re here, right?” Murdy asked. The matchmaker nodded. “And I’m here, right?” Murdoc said. “Uh-huh.” said Noiz. “So tell me,” the bassist said. “Where’s 2-D?” Noizchild just shrugged and shook her head. Murdoc’s temper burned away. “You’re lying!!!” he yelled. “Well,” Noiz as she got up off the couch in the lobby. “If you put two and two together, the answer will be right on front of you.” Then Noizchild walked off. Murds threw down his empty whiskey bottle onto the table and walked off.

In his Winnebago, the answer came clear. Reese was in L.A. and 2-D went after her out of loneliness. Murdoc sprung up from his bed. “PACK YOU’RE BAGS GUYS!!!” he yelled from his Winnebago. “WE’RE BRING THAT FUCKED UP DULLARD BACK HERE!!!” Murds could be heard from outside Kong Studios.