gremlinteeth
"So, a girl treated you like a genuine human being and you went and decided you were in love with her? God that's pathetic."
"Believe me, love, if the decision were up to me I would never have met the damn bird in the first place."
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It's 2014, six long years since the events on Plastic Beach, and yet Murdoc Niccals can't get over a girl.
Fresh out of EMI's prison below Abbey Road and tasked with creating the next Gorillaz masterpiece album, the bass-player is quick to skip town on his recently reunited bandmates and head as far from home as a one-way ticket to the United States can get him.
His theory is simple: if you drink enough, fuck enough, and forget enough, you can't possibly have any time left to miss people that most definitely are not missing you. A hellish toothache was never a part of the plan, and neither was getting his last bottle of expensive scotch stolen by a moody receptionist, yet when it comes to the subsequent road trip to steal back his soul from Satan it's these two unfortunate events that lead him to meet the exact delinquent he needs to help him.
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~ After The Trapeze Swinger ~