The interview.

Murdoc, Russel and 2D, are sitting together on a lounge, being interviewed for an upcoming magazine article. The interviewer smiles at them, and turns his attention to a notepad, containing questions that had been sent in by numerous fans.

“Well, I suppose we should start this, with a simple one really. How are you?” The interviewer asks with a grin. Murdoc shoots him an incredulous look, and relaxes his posture, sliding forwards off the chair making strange choking noises.

“You have just got to be kiddin' me.” The Bassist complains from a kneeling position on the floor, then proceeds to bang his forehead, on the small coffee table beside him. The interviewer raises an eyebrow, watching him and glancing back at the list of questions occasionally, hoping the next will put the old man, in a better mood.

“Stuart Pot?” 2D remarks loudly, with just a hint of annoyance. He tips his head to his shoulder and closes one eye, thinking. “But everyone calls me 2D.” He adds, then looks back at the interviewer and smiles warmly. Russel, shakes his large head and turns a little on the lounge to face the confused Keyboardist, Murdoc still kneeling on the floor, banging his forehead, against the coffee table.

“How, are you 2D. Not who.” The Drummer informs him. 2D blushes and turns back to the interviewer.

“Oh, err? Fine thanks, how are you?” He says correcting himself, and breaks out in a large grin, showing the gap in his front teeth.

“I could of walked in here, with a fifty foot spear stickin' out me arsehole. Fine I would say. Don't mind the spear, that's just the latest fashion. Makes sitting down a right bitch, but we all suffer in our own way now, don't we?” Murdoc snarls loudly, still banging his head. The interviewer breathes a sigh of relief, when Murdoc finally returns to his place on the lounge.

“These were questions, sent in by fans. The common ones, were placed on my list. I didn't get to choose them you know.” He complains at the three band members, more importantly, directing it to Murdoc, who eyes him suspiciously, before waving him off with boredom. “The next question is... Oh my God. What's your favorite color?”

“How am I s'pose to know wot Gods favorite color is?” 2D yelps, screwing his face up in confusion. “Or do you mean mine?” He adds, when he sees the same look of exasperation cross Russels face, that was there when he'd gotten the first question wrong. Russel nods and 2D blushes, looking down at his knees.

“Gimme a knife, Faceaches arm, and I'll show you. Mwuahahahaha.” Murdoc jokes, rubbing his hands together and looking evilly at the young man next to him. 2D yelps and leaps out of the chair, diving behind it for protection. Russel growls at the Bassist in annoyance and tries to pretend they aren't there.
“I don't mind orange. It's an OK color really.” The Drummer answers, as Murdoc reaches back and slaps 2D with a cushion. Eventually everything calms down again, and the Keyboardist returns to his seat. The interviewer moves on to the next question on the list.

“Favorite movie.” He asks, fearing the bands response. He instinctively leans back in his own seat, away from the Bassist, just in case Murdoc decides to throw something at him.

“Well?” Russel quickly answers, and pauses to think. Murdoc grins and sits forwards, jabbing a thumb back in the large mans direction.

“He likes the McDonalds commercials, I've seen him drooling. Some of those things, are beginnin' to look a bit like mini movies these days.” He sneers, chuckling to himself and sitting back in the chair.

“Say what?! Man, I swear. One day, yo is jus' gunna push me too far.” Russel growls, lowering his head and clenching his fist. Murdoc crosses his ankles and waves the large mans threat away, unconcerned by his reaction.

“I like...” 2D begins, but both men sit forwards and stare over at him, cutting him off.

“Zombie movies, we know!” They snap at him in unison, before sitting back and folding their arms over their chests in annoyance. 2D pulls away from them, and furrows his brow in a moment of panic. Protectively raising his arm, in case the response is followed by a fist. But both men sit quietly staring at the wall, so 2D relaxes and stares down at the side of his shoe instead.

“If you could be an animal, what would you be?” The interviewer quickly asks, hoping to break the tension in the room.

“Ooooo, can I be a puppy?” 2D immediately responds, sitting forwards and clapping his hands together with excitement. Murdoc looks him up and down in disbelief.

“Oh fer...” He mumbles and slaps his hand against his forehead. “Raven! Love Ravens, they're lovely creatures.”

“Vulture more like.” Russel grumbles, eyeing the old man carefully. Murdoc turns and faces him angrily.

“What, why?” Murdoc demands, slitting his eyes and clenching a fist. Russel blinks and sits forwards, with a feint smile. Then starts counting off on his fingers.

“Ugly, smelly, has a fascination fo' dead things, woul' steal da gold fillin's from a dead man...” Murdoc cuts him off, not seeing that 2D had been counting the things off, and nodding at each one in turn himself.

“Excuse me! Who here lists taxidermy as a past time?” The Bassist demands, and points at Russel. The large man growls and juts out his chin, his vacant eyes sparkling angrily.

“Dats diff'rent.” Russel snaps and turns in his seat to face him.

“Is not.” Murdoc snaps back and mimics the move, facing the Drummer.

“Is so.” Russel retorts, and pushes his face forwards and close to Murdocs. Suddenly Murdoc blinks and pulls away, confused for a moment.

“Wait, did you say ugly?” The Bassist asks, giving the large man the evil eye. Russel sits back and grins broadly, nodding and folding his arms over his chest confidently. Murdoc drops his head and glares angrily back at Russel, his odd eyes blazing at the large man, from under his hairline. Before things get too ugly, the interviewer quickly asks the next question.

“Favorite Fairground ride.” He's relived when 2D brightly responds first, distracting the other two from their argument.

“Rollercoaster!” Murdoc nods and shrugs with agreement.

“Eh.” He quickly shoots a look over at Russel, who opens his mouth to answer. “Merry-go-round.” He grins, pointing at the large man. Russel snaps a look back at him and growls.

“Aww, that's cute.” 2D smiles. Murdoc chuckles, as Russel slaps 2D in the side of the head with a cushion, knocking the Keyboardist off the lounge and onto the floor.

“Favorite Gorillaz song.” The interviewer sighs, knowing things are just not going to get any better from here on in.

“Obvious isn't it?” Murdoc responds, folding his arms over his chest and grinning confidently at the man.

“Rock da house was OK.” Russel nods, Murdoc furrows his brow and looks back at the Drummer, shaking his head.

“That wasn't it. Although my part in the video was the best bit.” The Bassist smiles and clicks his tongue, thinking about the clip. Russel raises his hands and appeals to the ceiling.

“Man, I was answerin' da question! Why do yo tink everythin's gotta revolve aroun' yo?” The Drummer snaps, jabbing a large finger in the old mans face. Murdoc looks down at his nails, feigning indifference.

“I know that, I was just sayin' that, that wasn't the one I was talkin' about. Why do you think everythin' I have to say, revolves around you?” Murdoc retorts. Russel opens his mouth to answer, then closes it again, choosing instead to forgo this particular argument instead.

“All of 'em.” 2D pipes in. Murdoc rolls his eyes and looks over at the young man.

“Yer s'pose to pick just one.” He informs the Keyboardist, 2D slumps back in the lounge.

“If dere was one yo could play right now, which woul' it be?” Russel asks, trying to help the Keyboardist choose. 2D tips his head to his shoulder and closes one eye hole, thinking hard.

“Ummmmmm?” Murdoc shakes his head, and looks down at his Cubans.

“Oh great, now the dolts zoned out.” He sighs in annoyance. 2D lifts his head quickly, and looks over at the Bassist.

“No I haven't.” He yelps, furrowing his brow angrily. But Murdoc simply waves him off with a shrug, not really caring what 2D thought about it.

“Eh, pity. I could of used the break.” He slumps deeply into the chair, and closes his eyes, ignoring 2Ds obvious irritation.

“Favorite rainy day board game.” The interviewer asks.

“Monopoly!” Murdoc immediately responds with. Russel closes his vacant eyes, and settles back in the lounge.

“Only coz yo is a cheat.” He mumbles, not really caring if Murdoc heard him or not. Murdoc snaps an angry look in the large Americans direction, and grits his shark like teeth.

“I do not cheat!” He snaps, standing up and facing him. Russel snaps his eyes open, but remains where he is. Shooting Murdoc a look of complete disbelief.

“You do! Yo ass always plays banker, an' afore anyones bin roun' da board once, da bank is broke!” Russel splutters, not quite believing Murdoc would try and defend himself against something that to him, is so obviously false. Murdoc shrugs calmly and sits down again.

“Sooo I take out a couple of big loans before the game really starts, who cares? I still win.” Russel, splutters in response. Unable to speak for a moment, and still not able to believe what he is hearing.

“Yo can' borrow from da bank! It ain' in da rules!” He finally spits out at the old man. Murdoc looses his cool and turns on him, eyes blazing.

“Well it should be!” He screeches, breathing hard, just centimeters from Russels face.

“Scrabbles a good game.” 2D remarks quietly. Murdoc turns and faces him.

“How can you say that? You can't even spell.” He snaps, 2D blushes and shrugs, slumping back and almost disappearing into the lounge.

“Here's a good one.” The interviewer suddenly smiles, pointing at his notepad. “If you could create a video game, what would it be?”

“We've been here before.” Russel growls and looks straight at Murdoc. Murdoc grins and sits forwards.

“We have?” He jokes, feigning that he's forgotten, and tapping his finger against his chin.

“Oh man.” Russel moans, lowering his head and staring into his lap.

“Silent Hill, or maybe Grand Theft Auto.” 2D answers, tipping his head from one shoulder to the other, trying to decide.

“No D, one of yo own.” Russel explains, still looking into his lap, and shaking his head slowly from side to side.

“OK. Silent Hill, but in the style of Grand Theft auto.” 2D replies with a nod. Murdoc raises an eyebrow and considers it.

“Now that, I'd play.” He finally nods. 2D grins broadly and sits forwards.

“Really?” He asks, not sure if Murdoc is playing a joke on him again.

“Maybe, I get to kill stuff, right?” Murdoc replies, thinking about it. 2D nods rapidly, and sits forwards just a little more, turning towards the Bassist.

“Oh yeah, and maime, destroy and blow stuff up.” 2D explains excitedly. Murdoc grins evilly, still thinking about it.

“Chainsaws?” He presses, pointing at the young man.

“And bazookas.” 2D adds, grinning and nodding happily. Murdoc slaps his hand against his thigh and sits back in the seat.

“Count me in. I'm definitely playin' that game.” The Bassist chuckles.

“What do you like to do when you're bored?” The interviewer suddenly asks.

“Pub!” Murdoc snaps back with. Russel slumps in the lounge, clutching his chest and breathing hard. Murdoc looks him up and down quizzically. “What?”

“I t'ought, yo was gunna say sumtin' else.” Russel groans, with a hint of relief. Murdoc grins evilly and smiles at the interviewer.

“Yeah, that to.” He winks and chuckles, as Russel gives himself a forehead slap.

“I'm firsty.” 2D remarks, smacking his lips loudly. Murdoc looks over at him and nods.

“Yeah, me to. Lets go.” The Bassist replies, standing up and walking from the lounge, 2D close behind. Russel looks quietly after them a moment, before shrugging and standing himself.

“Eh, why not?” He mutters and lumbers after them. The interviewer looks at his list and calls out.

”But I haven't finished?” Murdoc sticks his head back through the door and smiles.

“This slamming door says different.” Then quickly pulling his head back, slamming the door, and ending the interview.