ZZap.

2D is sitting on the edge of his bed, swinging his legs back and forth over the edge, listening to the sound his boots make on the carpet. He looks up at his door and sighs heavily, wondering what everyone else is doing today. Laying back, and placing an arm behind his head, he continues to swing his legs, while staring at the high vaulted ceiling and scratching his exposed belly, with his free hand.

“Lets see. Muds is pr'olly  in his Winnie, downloadin' porn and finkin' about new ways ta torture me... or sumfink. Noodle is.... atchully... I dunno wot Noddle is doin'. But where ever she is, she's pr'olly havin' more fun than me. Russel.... Now Russ is pr'olly in the fridge.” 2D laughs quietly to himself and sits up, planting his feet firmly beside the bed, he stands up and walks to his closed bedroom door. Wondering if his predictions about where the others are were right, he decides to go and take a look. Reaching out for the door handle, he suddenly gets a small shock of static electricity, running through his fingers and up his arm.

“OW!” He yelps, snatching his hand back, and placing it protectively under his arm. He stares at the door handle, then looks down at his hand, pulling it slowly from under his arm. Not sure he understands, he looks back at the carpet, as the explanation, slowly works through his foggy mind. “Ohhh, heh, heh. Staticky.” He grins and opens the door.

Heading over to the Winnie, 2D looks carefully through the front windscreen, but can't see Murdoc inside anywhere. Feeling a little deflated, he'd got that one wrong, he waves at Cortez, who pecks the window angrily from inside, then heads to the corridor to search for Russel. Soon 2D finds himself staring at Russels large behind, as the American searches the refrigerator, for something to eat.

“Well, I got tha' one at least.” 2D remarks brightly, and heads back down the corridor in search of Murdoc. Russel stands up and looks around the room, seeing no one around, he scratches his head and goes back to his search.

“Keep it t'gether man. Ya startin' ta hear voices now.” He mutters, and pulls out a plate of chicken. 2D walks the halls of Kong, up and down, looking in all the rooms for the elusive Bassist. Making his way towards the theater, he slides his feet along the carpet, like an ice-skater, humming to himself.

“Muuuurdoc. Oh Murdoc. Where are ya, ya fat headed green git?” He mutters quietly, concentrating more on his pretend ice-skating moves than actually looking. He slides through the cinemas open doors, and sees the back of Murdocs head, black against the flickering screen. “Oh. There ya are.” Placing his hands deep in his jean pockets, the Keyboardist walks down the steps towards the old man. Murdoc is fast asleep, head lolled to one side, arm dangling to the floor, his unnaturally long tongue hanging out, resting on his shoulder, snoring loudly, while the movie flickers away on the large screen. 2D watches for a while, trying to work out which movie Murdoc had been watching. Murdoc snorts and his tongue slips quickly back into his head, like a snake retreating back into the safety of a hole. The Bassist smacks his lips, then allows his mouth to drop open again, and once again his tongue flops back out, returning to resting comfortably on his shoulder. 2D raises an eyebrow and looks around the room, then looks back down at the long snakelike tongue. The end curls up and relaxes again, with each snore the old man makes. Mesmerized, 2D crouches down beside him and watches. The Keyboardist sticks his own tongue out and mesures the length with his fingers, then compares it to the old mans. Surprised with the length as ever, he curls the end of his own tongue up and touches the tip of his nose with it, before putting it away and standing up.

“Muds. I'm bored Muds.” 2D says quietly, trying not to startle the old man and anger  him. Murdoc continues to sleep. 2D sighs heavily, and leans down closer to the old mans ear. “Muds. Ya droolin' all over the floor Muds. And ya shoulder. And ya snorin' Muds.” He adds, then waits for the Bassist to wake up. Murdoc grins for a moment, but sleeps on. 2D furrows his brow and wonders what Murdoc is dreaming about. Still bored, 2D goes back to his ice skating game, and slides up and down the aisle, accidentally bumping against the seat Murdoc is sitting in, and waking the old man up. Murdoc sits up and rubs his eyes, staring blearily at the screen before turning and looking at 2D.

“Huh? Whhh'atcha doin'?” Murdoc groans, still half asleep. 2D stops and looks back at the Bassist with a smile, as Murdoc rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms, blinking hard as he tries to wake himself up.

“Hiya Muds. Umm, nufink. I woz real bored so I'm just doin' this.” 2D replies, and slides down the aisle to a stop beside the old man. Murdoc raises an unseen eyebrow, and looks the young man up and down with annoyance.

“Yeeeah. Very constructive. It's good to see yer so easily amused.” The Bassist grumbles, and tries to stand up, his legs wobble unsteadily, as they have fallen asleep, so Murdoc grabs the back of his seat to support himself.

“Oh, lemme help ya Muds.” 2D smiles and takes Murdocs free hand in his. Suddenly struck squarely in the palm, by the built up static in the Keyboardist. The Bassist stands bolt upright, his hair standing momentarily on end, and his eyes wide and staring straight ahead. Murdoc snatches his hand away, shoving it deeply into his armpit, as he high steps away from the Keyboardist, between the rows of seats, to the other aisle.

“What the fuck was that!?” Murdoc hisses, as he shakes his hand, staring at it and bouncing out a little circle. 2D suddenly remembers what had happened in his room and blushes. Watching while Murdoc bounces and grabs at his painful hand, shaking it and trying to get back the feeling in his fingertips. The Keyboardist steps carefully back up the aisle, heading for the door, but trying not to make it obvious.

“I dunno Muds, err. Maybe ya dreamed it?” 2D replies, he stops and thinks about what he just said and shakes his head, knowing it was a stupid thing to say. Murdoc stops muttering about his hand, and looks hard at the boy.

“RRRRight. I'm wide awake, but I dreamed it. Of course, silly me. C'mere.” He snarls and moves quickly to catch the retreating young man. 2D quickly slides his feet along the carpet, building up more static, as Murdoc slams his way out of the theater. 2D turns quickly and smiles evilly at him, pointing with his finger and daring Murdoc to try and grab him now. Murdoc slits his eyes and decides to take the young man on. Sliding his own boots along the carpet, as he moves towards 2D, who continues to slide backwards. The two men stand face to face, standing off like cowboys in some old Western, fingers drawn and ready to fire. Murdoc suddenly rushes forwards, followed by 2D, as they bring their fingers together. There is a sudden popping sound as the static discharges. Both men suddenly pull away, bouncing and clutching at their respective hands, swearing and snarling under their breaths about how painful that was.

“Ow! I'm crippled.” Murdoc snarls, looking at his precious hand. 2D nods and squeezes his own hand between his thighs. “Err, lets not do that again, yeah.” Murdoc suggests, limping towards the door, heading back to the lobby, 2D nods again, placing his fingers in his mouth and following after him.

Stepping into the car park, Murdoc looks at the Keyboardist beside him and decides not to let the boy get off with that too easily, and slaps him on the back of the head hard, nearly knocking the young man off his feet. 2D looks up and back at him, holding the back of his head.

“That! Was fer bein' a knob.” He snarls, before 2D can ask. 2D rubs the back of his head and wanders back to the safety of his room. Closing the door behind him, the Keyboardist sits back down on his bed and stares at the door.

“Actually, I fink I like that game.” He smiles and rolls onto his stomach, ready for a nap. “I wonder if I won?” He mutters, and closes his eye holes.