SuperMuds.

2D is watching television one day, when he happens to see a program about hang gliding. After the show ends, he makes his way to the kitchen, to see if there's anyone to talk to. Opening the door, he immediately sees Russel is there, tucking into a plate of chicken wings. 2D walks around the table, and sits across from the large man, planting his elbows firmly on the table, and dropping his chin onto the heels of his palms. Russel looks up at him a moment, but not really interested in conversation, looks back down at his plate, and continues eating. 2D sighs loudly, hoping to get a reaction. Russel tilts his eyes upwards, but doesn't raise his head, realising the Keyboardist is far too dim to get the idea, he rolls his eyes and gives in.

“What.” The large man grumbles, taking a large bite from a chicken wing. 2D smiles and shuffles a little in his seat.

“I woz just watchin' telly.” 2D replies, and waits for Russel to carry on with the conversation, by asking him what he was watching. Russel sighs, and finishes what was in his mouth, wiping his lips with the back of his sleeve.

“Dats nice. Was it 'bout chicken wings?” Russel asks, tossing down the piece of chicken he'd been chewing on, and picking up another. 2D tilts his head to his shoulder, and furrows his brow thinking.

“Err, no.” The Keyboardist answers, shaking his head. Russel looks up at him, and sits back in his chair.

“Well den.” The Drummer begins, waving the wing he's holding at 2D. “If'n it weren' 'bout nufin' I'm doin'. Wha' makes yo tink I'm in'erested?” He finishes, and with that, the large man goes back to his meal. 2D watches quietly for a moment, pondering what he'd said.

“I dunno, I jus...” Russel snaps a look up to him and growls. 2D finally takes the hint, and stands up. “OK, I'm goin'.” The young man walks from the room, leaving Russel to his food. He slowly wanders the halls of Kong, and suddenly finds himself in front of the Winnie. snapping out of his daze, he looks about a little confused. Not quite sure how he tended to often find himself standing there, but deciding to go along with it regardless, he knocks on the door, and waits for an answer. A few seconds later, the door is wrenched open, and Murdoc sticks his head out, gritting his teeth hard, and staring menacingly at him. 2D backs away a few steps, and looks about nervously.

“Ahh, allo Muds.” He gulps, grinning nervously, and waggling his fingers at the fuming old man. “I, err, woz jus' watching telly before, and.... I really wish ya wouldn' look at me like that.” Murdoc pulls his head back, a little perplexed at the last sentence, and raises an eye brow. He relaxes his posture and rests his shoulder on the door frame, looking almost bored at the young man, before him.

“Ummm, yeah. What the fuck are you on about now? Lookin' at you... what? On the telly?” The Bassist asks, shaking his head in confusion. 2D looks confused back at him, rubbing his arm nervously.

“Wot? No, I mean, the way ya just were. It makes me all...” 2D shudders, and makes a sick face at him. Murdoc clicks his tongue and looks vaguely over the young mans shoulder, almost wishing he hadn't bothered asking.

“Riiight, and you felt it sooooooo very important, to come all the way down here, to tell me. Thanks. I really appreciate that. Now fuck off.” The Bassist steps back inside, and is about to slam the door shut on him, when 2D steps forwards and places his hand on the door.

“No, I came down, ta tell ya wot I saw, coz Russel weren' in'trested, and I'm really bored an' that. ” 2D replies, Murdoc stops and looks hard at the Keyboardists hand, growling, like an angry dog, he mutters something under his breath and looks back at the young mans face.

“Sounds like Russ had the right idea." Murdoc mumbles. "Fine! Go ahead, tell me. It's not like I was doing anything more important.” He snaps sarcastically, folding his arms over his chest. 2D smiles and tells him about the hang gliders, mentioning that he thought it looked like fun, and wondered if there was anywhere here, he could go watch them. Murdoc smiles hard and nods, feigning interest. Once 2D has finished, he grabs the edge of the door again.

“Lovely. That was well worth waiting for. I dunno Faceache, maybe if you spent time on the roof, you just might catch one, on the way by. So fuck off and do that, OK.” Murdoc slams the door and goes back to what he had been doing, leaving 2D, to think about what he'd suggested. And that's exactly what the Keyboardist does for the next three days. Standing alone on Kongs roof, cupping his eyes, and watching the horizon, for any signs of a passing hang glider. Murdoc of course, doesn't fail to take note.

Looking out towards the front of Kong, 2D begins to feel perhaps Murdoc had been wrong about catching sight of one, from the top of Kongs roof, and is about to go back inside, when a shout from the ground below, catches his attention. He looks down over the edge and sees Russel, looking up at him.

“I'm tryin' ta catch a hang glider!” 2D calls back. Russel raises an eyebrow, and looks blankly straight ahead, trying to figure out, if he'd heard the young man correctly.

“Yo tryin' a do what?” He calls back. 2D is about to answer, when suddenly he's struck from behind, his feet lifted from the roof, he finds himself sailing effortlessly through the air.

“AHHHH! I've been 2D napped!” he screeches, suddenly finding himself sailing high over the landfill. He looks down at the ground far below, and realises it's coming closer and closer, so tries to turn his head and see behind him, but is too scared, not to watch the ground. “I fink I'm fallin'? Very, very slowly.” and then he does, right into a pile of wet, soggy compost. He rolls down the pile a short distance, and comes to a stop. Looking down at himself, and dry retching at the smell, he looks up again, just in time to see a large hang glider, disappear over another hill. He scrambles down from the smelly mound and races along a dirt track, trying to catch the pilot, but isn't fast enough, and losses sight of it, behind a large stack of old cars.

Later that evening, Murdoc walks into the kitchen and is greeted by a very excited 2D, who goes on to tell him, that he was abducted by something, which looked a lot like a hang glider, but he couldn't be sure, because he didn't turn round far enough, and was dumped into rubbish, but that he couldn't see much after that, because the cars got in the way. Murdoc smiles, and takes a bottle of Rum from the table, sculling the contents quickly, while walking back out into the corridor.

“Okay, are you sure I, err heh, heh, I mean he, didn't drop you on yer head? Yer soundin' a bit funny, there.” the Bassist mumbles. 2D stops following, and raises an eyebrow.

“Umm, no. I landed on me bottom, and it weren' funny at all. It woz real smelly though.”2D remarks, finally catching up to the retreating Bassist. Murdoc rolls his eyes, and heads back to the Winnie.

“Oh well, there's always next time.” He sighs, and stepping up into the wagon, shuts the door on the confused Keyboardist. 2D turns to walk away, when he's struck by what Murdoc had just said.

“Next time?”