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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!	By : xtwodentsx Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You Can’t Spell Slaughter Without Laughter
Chapter 2

Disclaimer: The Natas sisters make no claims that we own the gorillaz even though we'd gladly take them if anyone was giving them away. ^_^

Dru sat behind Switch- who was dressed in a pair of Dru’s sweats and a shirt because all her bags had been lost on her trip to the studio- a bowl of rubbing alcohol and a bowl of bloodied water were perched on the table next to the couch the sisters occupied. Dru pulled the bloody cloth from the alcohol bowl and dabbed gently at the gash on the back of Switch’s head. “Did you have to soak me like that?” Switch grumbled for the third time since being woken. Dru giggled.

“Yes. I didn’t feel like wasting time trying to wake you up the normal way, cuz we both know that never works. Plus it helped clean this up a little. How did this happen anyway?-By the way sis, you sure know how to make an entrance.” Dru shook her head in appreciation. “Being carried by the cute lead singer…” She let out a whistle. “Murdoc knocked me on my ass when I was trying to get up the nerve to open the door and I cracked my head against the concrete.”

“Ah…Murdoc and his bad timing. Maybe I’ll force him to watch that damn Snow White move again…” Dru said evilly. “I thought you hated that movie.” Switch said, confused. “With a fiery passion. But he hates it too and he’s too busy trying to decide whether to rip off his ears or gouge out his eyes to notice that I close my eyes and listen to my ipod.” Druke giggled as Switch joined in the laughter. “Nice to see you’ve found your type.”

With Switch all patched up, Dru began to fell the ADD-ness set in since they were sitting in Dru’s room, not doing anything, while the band practiced for an upcoming video shoot. Knowing that Switch was getting just as bored, Dru hopped across the room onto the bed and began to jump on the fluffy mattress. “Ya bored yet?” She asked her stunned sister, who after a moment nodded and began to giggle. Dru hopped off the bed, grabbed her sister’s hand and galloped down the hall, Switch in tow.

“Where are we going?” Switch asked, giggling as they sped down the soft carpeted hall barefoot. “You’ll see! Actually it’s the reason I had you come all the way out here. You’ll understand when we get there.” Dru said excitedly, and continued down the door-littered hallway.

In the video room, Switch was unsure whether she should laugh or gouge her eyes out with a pen and resemble the blue-haired hottie that had caught her. ‘Is he eyeless or are they just really dark…? Maybe I should ask him…I wonder if he likes banana splits…’ Her train of thought was derailed when Dru nudged her. “His name’s 2D.” Dru said, leaning over to whisper in her ear, but keeping her eyes straight ahead, manipulating another scene.

“How did…? What the…? But I wasn’t…” Switch stammered, attempting to formulate words into sentences that would make sense, but failed miserably. “S’titch, I’m your older sister. Give me some credit.” Dru said, mercifully stifling Switch’s pathetic attempts at verbalization. Switch smirked. “So it’s like you and that Satanic bassist, huh?” Now it was Druke’s turn to stutter attempts to form logical speech, she paused, took a deep breath…

And blew a raspberry at Switch. The two burst into a fit of laughter. Once the laughter subsided, Druke was able to speak logically once more. “He’s a grumpy, stick-up-his-arse-the-size-of Tennessee prig. You know-my type.” Dru said and they shared another fit of laughter.

The tragedy that was played before them began to take a toll on the mentally unbalanced girls. Switch periodically attempted to stab herself in the eye with a CD (Switch: That really happened the first time I saw the Rock the House Video!)and Dru began suffering the nervous twitch she got whenever she was forced to edit one of the hellish videos the band insisted on making.

After wrestling the CD away from Switch for the third time, Druke became fed up with the flickering images on the screen in front of her. She picked up the nearest heavy object she could fit in her hand and hurled it at the wall. It shattered because of the force of the impact.

“You’re as tortured as I am, aren’t you Key?” Switch asked, using the shortened nickname she used to use as a kid. “Yeah…that’s the eight piece of crap they’ve had me edit since I got here.” She said, exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And that’s the sixteenth thing-a-mawhosit I’ve smashed against the fucking wall!” She shouted angrily, pointing to the unrecognizable pieced struin on the floor. “Then why do they keep putting those things in front of you?” Switch asked, giggling at the crazyness that was occurring in the dark video room at Kong Studio. “I honestly don’t know. But I think that Murdoc is purposely making these atrocities to piss me the fuck off!” Druke growled, slamming her head on the control panel.

“Hey,” Switch said, her ADD-ness causing her eye to catch on the large red button with “Push!” scrawled across the bottom in black mechanical print. “I wonder what this button does…” “What button?” Dru asked as she lifted her head to look at her sister.

“WAIT!” Druke shouted, realizing what her sister was about to do. “What?!” Switch asked, her finger poised over the large red button. “I wanna push it.” Dru said in a child like voice. “Let’s both push it.” Switch suggested. “Ok.” Dru said lining her finger next to her sister’s already raised finger, and counted to three.

“One.” Dru began.

“Two.” Switch continued.

“THREE!” The shouted in unison as they brought their fingers down to connect with the flat red surface…
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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!