Meanwhile

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Murdoc's POV:

I had an interview scheduled today, something I hated. I threw on some random outfit the Cyborg gave me. I walked downstairs where it had made breakfast for me. I sat down to a plate of buttered english muffins with a side of whiskey.

"Ah Cyborg, yer such a dear." I acknowledged, taking a bite of the muffin.

It stood there, emotionless. I scoffed, finishing off breakfast and putting a sailor hat over my greasy, black hair. I walked outside to the lighthouse where a ship was docked at the pier. A woman and a small crew were waiting outside for me.

"Welcome t'Plastic Beach!" I greeted with open arms, motioning them to join me inside of the lighthouse.

"So Murdoc, you and Gorillaz have been making headlines recently."

I nodded, crossing my legs and leaning back on the couch.

"Yes, I'm aware of tha'."

"Well, could you tell us the situation your band is in at the moment?"

The Cyborg brought over some rum that I took a sip of before speaking.

"Well, it started off with my guitarist, Noodle.."

I trailed off, looking at the Cyborg. I quickly snapped out of it, shaking my head.

"But uh, tha's not important.." I mumbled.

The woman nodded, flipping through her notes.

"Then my drummer, Russel Hobbs, was being a whiny bitch. Excuse my language. He tried to tell me how I should run the band, it's MY band. Not his. So I told 'em t'leave." I said bluntly, finishing off my drink.

"And what about your singer, 2-D? He was seen recently with a woman.."

I could feel my blood boil, I hate that sod and the girl.

"Ah yes, 2-D. Well, he's, um, he's special. And when I say special I mean he's retarded. That woman is his little girlfriend (Y/n), if it weren't fo' her he'd still be around.." I growled.

The woman nodded, changing the subject to the same questions I was asked every interview.

"Ey, why don't we finish and you can send yer little crew off, yeah? I have some work t'do.." I muttered, getting tired of her dragging the conversation on and on.

The interview ended and I sent them off, not in the mood to give them a tour of my HQ. I had Cyborg watch them leave incase they tried to sneak around. I didn't want anyone to know about my plans to bring my band back. I was going to do it, one way or another. Not without a little help of course.

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