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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 4

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. ^_^

The rapist mobile pulled up in front of the oddly shaped building that stretched upward at unusual angles and seemed as if it shouldn’t continue to stand. Dru, out of her uncomfortable situation, leapt from the van; her sister , having noticed where they were followed Druke just as excitedly into the large stone building. The band members, confusedly, following the excited girls. “Why the hell are you so happy about some bloody art museum?” Murdoc asked the disappearing forms. “You’re one to talk Sparky. But if you must know… ‘I have a mad and starry desire to assassinate beauty!’” Dru yelled as she giddily bounced up to the directory and scanned the screen, then danced away.

“What the hell…?” Murdoc’s confused voice followed Dru. “Tristan Tzar. She wants to see the Dada exhibit.” 2D explained, his eyes focused on Switch as she skipped merrily along next to Druke, arms linked and giggles flittering down after them. “And how did you know that Brain ache?” Murdoc asked as calmly as he could. “I was ready a book about if before I got run over…it’s the last smart thing I can remember…” He trailed off, his brain following the brunette, his body not far behind. Murdoc, for once on the same frequency as the lead singer, followed after 2D, though his mind was on the red head.

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Russel and Noodle walked down one of the hallways, into a painting decorated room looking at them in their silver frames. “Those two are good for this band. They loosened Murdoc up and 2D is one dent less.” Russel said, sitting next to Noodle on the bench, staring up at the paintings in front of them. “Hai, those two are great. But you think Murdoc’s loosened up?” Noodle asked, looking up at Russel. “Yeah he’s not as uptight ‘nymore.” Russel answered looking down at Noodle. At that moment Russel and Noodle realized that they, through a single shared goal, had gone from mere friends to something closer to co-conspirators.

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Switch paused to look around the maze of white walls and gold framed paintings, trying to get her bearings. She had been merrily skipping through the halls, pausing at any interesting painting and going through the doors marked “Do Not Enter!” scoffing. “If they really didn’t want me in here they would have locked the door.”

And that was how she ended up completely lost. Spinning in circles, she was at first trying to figure out how to get back to the others, but when she looked up, something shinny caught her eye, so she forgot completely her plans of finding the gang. As it happened, the shinny thing was a light fixture. Knowing no one was around to see her, she lined herself up and leapt, grabbing the light fixture and dangling there for a moment or two to make sure it could hold her weight. Deciding that it could, she looped her knees over it and dangled upside down from the ceiling swinging back and forth. She was so preoccupied with her fun that she didn’t even notice the blue haired boy that entered.

“Whoa! What the hell are you on?...And where can I get some?!” he said, surprised but laughing simultaneously. Switch noticed him, giggled and decided to jump down. 2D caught her as she landed, thinking (I know 2D thinking! It surprised me too!) she would hurt herself, not knowing that her demonic powers would have her land on her feet. Sitting in his arms, Switch smiled , threw open her arms and giggled out… “You can’t! It’s natural…!” but her sentence was cut short as 2D pressed his lips to hers. Then, as quickly as he had kissed her, he pulled away, shock and worry on his face. His expression seemed that of a puppy about to get smacked for begging. Instead of saying anything to reassure him, she clasped her hands around his head and pulled his mouth to hers.

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Druke sat admiring a particularly odd Salvador Dali painting that spanned nearly the whole wall, first looking at all the details, like she used to at Where’s Waldo? books. Then, she looked over it again to try and piece the meaning together. She glanced at the name. “‘Vacation in Hell’…Yep, pretty much hit the nail on the head.” She mumbled as she looked at the painting. She was in her “Salvador Dali trance and didn’t notice the band member’s entrance. He silently snuck up behind her and planted himself on the open space next to her on the stone bench. “Looks like Brain ache when he runs out of painkillers…” Murdoc said, cocking his head to the side to study the odd masses of paint on the canvas. “Eh…for a guy who’s never been to hell, he sure did get it right…” Druke said, then trailed off when she realized what she’d let tumble out of her mouth. She looked away to figure out an escape, hoping he thought she was joking. “Hey…I have ta ask ya something…” he started timidly, which caught Dru’s attention. All the time she’d known Murdoc, he had never sounded timid. “Why…Why’d you run off so quickly in the van?”

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2D was jumping with joy. But only in his head. His body was pushed flush against Switch’s, the swell of her plump breasts pressing contrastingly with his hard chest. She was warm and soft, and his fingers couldn’t help delving into her beautiful chestnut tresses. The strands were so silky, so soft, so… ‘Furry?...Oh who cares!’ he thought as he brushed her long furry , poof-of-fur tipped demon ears. Unknown to either of them that Switch’s glamour had begun to shift out of place. It shifted back as quickly as it had flickered so 2D just dismissed it as a side effect of the little green pill he’d nicked before he had left that morning without even looking at what it was.

2D help but notice how much like a banana split her mouth tasted like, how good it felt kissing her, and how well she fit into his arms. Switch couldn’t help noticing how his mouth against hers sent tingles shooting down her spine and settling in the apex of her legs, or the obvious effect she was having on him.

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Druke’s eyes shot to the exit to her left, her body itching to bolt. She shut her eyes and pulled in a large breath to squelch her strong desire to run away from the questioning bassist in front of her. Her eyes slid open and fell on Murdoc’s questioning form. She felt to compelled to answer his question…then she would run like hell. “I…didn’t want to get carried away…not in a van..” She trailed off and bolted before the Satanist could even glance up, and was safe surrounded by Renaissance paintings of nymphs and frolicking lovers. She panted from her hurried climb up the stairs and into an empty room that she had lengthened one of her demonic nails and used it to unlatch the locked door and slip inside. Finding a bench in a secluded section, she dropped her head in her hands and drew in a deep breath trying to squash her new desire to throw herself form the four story high roof. Her deep thoughts and attempts to calm herself masked the approaching footfalls.

“Am I really that repulsive? This is the second time today you’ve run away from me.” Murdoc said, smirking. “Thanks, I can count. And it would give the impression. wouldn’t it?” Druke said, looking up dejectedly at Murdoc, then dropped her head into her hands again. “This is the story of my life. Switch never has to deal with this crap. Grr!” she mumbled into her hands. “I bet she and 2D are making out in some bass-ackwards room somewhere. And of course I’m dealing with the non-funness that is…” Druke began but was cut off as Murdoc pulled her to him and kissed her, unknowingly putting her in the same position her sister was currently enjoying with the lead singer one room over. And in the corner an aardvark whispered “I fallded in the corner.” (Switch: aww how cute an aardvark! Druke: How’d it get in there anyway? )

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“Hee…they look like they’re having fun.” Noodle whispered to Russel, nudging him in his plump stomach as they stood there, quietly, in the entrance to the room where 2D and Switch were currently making out in. “I almost don’t want to disturb them.” Noodle whispered, she all of a sudden becoming romantic Noodle. “Almost” Russel whispered. At that he pulled out a hand sized air horn that they had bought from a nearby party shop for just such an occasion. Noodle quietly asked if she may have the honors with a few hand gestures, to which Russel nodded to.

The two ducked behind the wall adjacent to the door leading into the room their friends were occupying; Noodle standing right next to the entrance. She outstretched the arm who’s hand held the horn and pointed at the two in the room. Positioning her finger on the red button, she gestured for Russel to begin the countdown. He held up his meaty fingers beginning at three.
Three…two…

“HONK!” the fog-horn sound filled the room, shaking the walls with a near ear-splitting howl. Noodle and Russel giggled, but burst into all out laughter when they peeked into the room and found the two still in a lip lock, as if nothing had happened. “Those two are perfect for each other!” Russel whispered to Noodle, both still in a laughing fit. When the laughter ceased, the co-conspirators went to plan B. Russel released the duffel bag he hand been carrying and the two dropped the used air horn into a side pocket, then began digging around in the main pocket of the bag.

Russel pulled out a round object and mouthed, “My turn.” Standing from where he’d slunk to the floor during the laughing fit and stood next to the door frame, took aim and threw the slime confetti ball at the couple that connected on their heads covering them in slime and confetti. That caught their attention, causing them to pull away from each other and look down at their now green-covered outfits and dripping appendages. 2D and Switch looked to the door way and saw Russel and Noodle, who were laughing and waving at them. “You take Noodle, I’ll get Russel.” Switch said to 2D, keeper her sights on the big-but now trembling drummer. Switch lowered her head to stare up at him, then twitched causing Russel to take off running and she started after him, her mind formulating tortures she planned to inflict on the fleeing drummer.
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