Snippet #970046

The bassist took the hat gratefully and placed it atop his greasy hair that hadn't been washed in... he couldn't remember how long ago it had been. His mismatched eyes went from the cyborg to his dimwit singer and he let out a rough sigh at the actions. "Faceache, stop touchin' tha fucking squid and listen up." He didn't bother wait for the singer to stop nor did he make any movements to forcibly stop the blue haired man. Instead, he decided he'd just say his news and if 2D didn't get it, that would be too bad for the singer. "Anyways, if you're listening enough to hear me, and you better be. Tomorrow around dawn we're going to go on a trip in the sub," he stated. Murdoc pursed his lips and waited for the reaction of the only other human in the room. It would take a while and he was prepared to wait, he'd learned patience for the singer over the several years they'd been a band and since coming to Plastic Beach he decided that he would put it to the test. "Oh, and Noodle, go on down to the repair shop and wait for me to get there. That bullet hole in your face is starting to bother me." Murdoc pushed himself from the wall, grabbed the rum from on the table and opened it, taking several long drinks from it before dropping his arm to the side. "OI! BRAINACHE! You fuckin twad!"