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So, I decided to post some things I wrote on fanfiction.net on this site, as well. Don't ask me why, as I have no idea.

Discliamer: Yeah, I figured that I'd throw one of these in here. I don't own Gorillaz, I don't own anything. At all. Ever.

A story based on a dream I had about a movie staring the Gorillaz. It was supposed to be a kung fu flick, I think. ONESHOT. Please review, as it's polite. ...Right?

A door in a purple walled room flew open, revealing a very angry looking Russel Hobbs, wearing pretty much what he wore in Fancy Dress, minus the hat and mustache. “Hold it right there,” he growled.

Murdoc turned, and smiled smugly. He was wearing a purple suit with zebra striped lining, an orange tie, and a matching purple hat with another zebra print band going around it and a large, purple feather sticking out, turns, leaning on a silver-tipped cane.

Russel’s frown deepened. “What are you so happy about? You ain’t gettin’ away with this!”

Murdoc’s lips parted, revealing his discolored, pointed teeth. “I’m afrai’ tha’ you aren’ gettin’ away a’ awl,” he said, slowly. He flicked the top-half of the cane open, revealing a gold-colored button.

“WHERE’S NOODLE!!??” Russel roared, and started to run forward, just as the pimpin’ Satanist pushed the button, and dove for the ground.

A opening appeared in the wall above the door that Russel had entered through. A wave of shuriken flew forth, and, unfortunately for the mountain of madness, most of them embedded themselves into his back.

“AH, WHAT THE HELL!!??” Russel shouted.

Murdoc looked up, confused. “Wasn’ tha’ suppose’ teh happen?”

“CUT!!” shouted the director, “Who the hell bought REAL shurikens!?”

Russel’s sitting on a bed, his chest bare, as Murdoc sits behind him, forcefully ripping the shurikens from his back. Russel looks even angrier than when he was acting, and the director had made a wise choice in not informing the drummer who the idiot who had ordered real shurikens was. Noodle’s having an argument with one of the interns, possibly about who the shuriken purchaser was. 2D had brought a small video camera, and started recording Murdoc and Russel.

“Oi, dullard!” the bassist’s voice rang. “Drop the damn camera an’ give me a ‘and, wiwl ya!?

“Awrigh’, Muds,” 2-D said calmly, setting the camera down, but not turning it off. The bed was (literally) a bloody mess, and Murdoc’s costume was now ruined with blood stains.

“I don’ care! Just go an’ get him NOW!!!” Noodle screeched, frightening the small intern. He turned around as quickly as he could, and began to run. Then, he tripped on 2D’s camera, breaking it.

2D looked over, a vacant stare on his face. “Aw… My camera…”

And that's it. Yeah, I think it kinda sucks. ...Especially after reading it again... But, there ya go. Now all I have to do is figure out what I did that night so I can have another fun-filled, story inspiring dream! sweatdrop