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After it happened, the drummer vowed never to see the bassist again. However, promises made by oneself are often short lived, and the two of them quite literally ran into each other, only a year after they went their seperate ways. Upon seeing the door of his best friends house wide open, and evidence of a struggle inside, Russel, being our protaganist for the time being, proceeded to run to the nearest police station. He was barely halfway there when another man crashed headfirst into him. This man was wiry, and about ten years Russel's elder. The man was being persued by a group of hoodlums, who were screaming "GET OVER HERE NOW OR I'LL RING THAT BLOODY PIGEONS NECK AND DASH IT'S BRAINS ON YOUR CARAVAN DOOR!" It was really the mention of the words caravan and bloody pigeon that did it. Russel looked down at the man and gasped in disbelief. "Muds?!" The man slid the hood off his jacket and looked up. "Russ?!" One of the thugs yelled "Oi birdbrain whose the fat guy?" Muds, or Murdoc Niccals to give his full name, replied "Oh he's the guy who broke my nose!" The thugs, upon seeing the current state of Murdoc's nose, made a hasty retreat. "What was THAT all about?!" asked Russel. Murdoc, whilst dusting himself off, replied "Well I did tell 'em to stay away from the winne or Cortez'd peck their freakin' eyes out, but did they listen? Where were you off to in such a hurry?" Russel told Murdoc about the friends house, 2D's house. Although Murdoc had the reliability of a gnat, it was sometimes comforting to confide in someone you know. Murdoc listened intently, then said "Look mate, lets not go to the police just yet, he might've left somethin' he only wanted you to see." Eventually, Russel agreed with him, and the pair of them went back to the house.

Inside, there was a terrific mess. Murdoc was standing in the middle of the room, looking bored, but Russel's attention was drawn to something on the wall. "Hey, Muds! D's grafittied a star on the wall here, and its still wet." Then, five seconds later, Russel trembled "Scrap that, its blood!" Murdoc ran over to join Russel. "Your right." he agreed. "And that ain't no star. Thats a pentagram.."

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After it happened, the drummer vowed never to see the bassist again. However, promises made by oneself are often short lived, and the two of them quite literally ran into each other, only a year after they went their seperate ways. Upon seeing the door of his best friends house wide open, and evidence of a struggle inside, Russel, being our protaganist for the time being, proceeded to run to the nearest police station. He was barely halfway there when another man crashed headfirst into him. This man was wiry, and about ten years Russel's elder. The man was being persued by a group of hoodlums, who were screaming "GET OVER HERE NOW OR I'LL RING THAT BLOODY PIGEONS NECK AND DASH IT'S BRAINS ON YOUR CARAVAN DOOR!" It was really the mention of the words caravan and bloody pigeon that did it. Russel looked down at the man and gasped in disbelief. "Muds?!" The man slid the hood off his jacket and looked up. "Russ?!" One of the thugs yelled "Oi birdbrain whose the fat guy?" Muds, or Murdoc Niccals to give his full name, replied "Oh he's the guy who broke my nose!" The thugs, upon seeing the current state of Murdoc's nose, made a hasty retreat. "What was THAT all about?!" asked Russel. Murdoc, whilst dusting himself off, replied "Well I did tell 'em to stay away from the winne or Cortez'd peck their freakin' eyes out, but did they listen? Where were you off to in such a hurry?" Russel told Murdoc about the friends house, 2D's house. Although Murdoc had the reliability of a gnat, it was sometimes comforting to confide in someone you know. Murdoc listened intently, then said "Look mate, lets not go to the police just yet, he might've left somethin' he only wanted you to see." Eventually, Russel agreed with him, and the pair of them went back to the house.

Inside, there was a terrific mess. Murdoc was standing in the middle of the room, looking bored, but Russel's attention was drawn to something on the wall. "Hey, Muds! D's grafittied a star on the wall here, and its still wet." Then, five seconds later, Russel trembled "Scrap that, its blood!" Murdoc ran over to join Russel. "Your right." he agreed. "And that ain't no star. Thats a pentagram.."