And the pentagon and the fall of Rome

There lies a place I might call home

With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones I'll

Dig a pit and lay my bones

-Omen, Mother Mother

It had been a couple years since they were together, and now here they are again.

Russel has only just shrunk down to a reasonable size, one in which he could actually play in. Alongside his size, his hatred for Murdoc had dulled down with time. Murdoc knew that Russel would never forgive him, but the fact that he was tolerating him more was enough for him

2-D, on the other hand, wouldn't even talk to Murdoc, or even look in his eye. This was understandable, given that the guy killed the child the three of them were, y'know, raising. To add insult to injury, he was kidnapped four years later to be used as a slave, while a robot that looked exactly like said child, was following Murdoc's cruel orders. It messed him up.

Although Murdoc would never, ever admit it, he felt the slightest bit of guilt for how he treated his bandmates. 2-D had mental, emotional, and physical scars that would never heal. Russel was literally radioactive. And Noodle was dead. And it was all because of his greed.

He shook his thoughts away. There was no way that he, Murdoc Niccals, god of music, would ever be weak in any way. He lit a cigarette and turned on the radio, which was playing a song by an artist he had never heard before.

It was clearly a female voice, though that was about all he could say in that department. It was so emotionless, that all other features didn't come out. The music and lyrics were good. Too good. So good that it sent chills down his spine. It was almost mesmerizing how manufactured it was.

"Hey, tha sound familia' somehow" a familiar voice said from behind him. First time he heard it in a few months.

"Well yeah, dullard. This song is absolute rubbish. I've never heard something so emotionless in any layers of hell." Murdoc grunted.

2-D turned his head sideways at him, before going back to his room silently. Murdoc let out a sigh.

At least we're not as bad.