Long-Live-Gorillaz

Chapter 8-Détruire Six Thirty PM. Plastic Beach. Murdoc was sitting comfortably on his leather chair, smoking like a chimney. 2D sat next to him, reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. "Muds, weren't we in Rollin' Stone or somfink?" he asked quietly. Murdoc took his cigarette out of his mouth and smashed it into the ashtray. "O'course we were." the bassist replied. He rapidly picked up the last cigarette he had in his pack and lit it. 2D whined. He hadn't smoked for days. "Go get yer own fags." Murdoc told him. "I actually need mine." "No ya don't!" the singer replied. "Yer gonna get tha' disease ya get from s