"WHOSE IS THIS?" murdoc bellowed in his slurred english accent. shyly, you raised your hand, clad with fingerless fishnet gloves. murdoc stopped in his tracks. he gazed at you (or at least tried to, his eyes were going in two different directions) for a couple seconds before pointing you out to security. he stalked off the stage. you couldn't tell if he was angry or horny as FUCK. his default setting seemed to be both. while you were afraid, you were also pleased that murdoc noticed you with his disgusting red eye. security hustled over, grabbing you and dragging you from the stage. but they didn't kick you out of the venue. rather, they led you to a parking lot behind the venue. there, you spotted murdoc's winnebago.
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The Legend Of The Murbra (murdoc bra)
Fanfictiona fateful encounter at the gorillaz concert leads to sexy times, furries, and large inverted cross dildos.
