You don't quite know why, but last night you felt like getting completely knocked out at the expensive bar downtown. All you remember is a man that looked familiar offering you a drink, and the more you drank, the more memories started to fade.

This morning you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours. You look around, confused. This wasn't your room. This was dirty and it smelled terrible.

You noticed you were only wearing your underwear, and so was the man next to you, and you almost screamed when you saw him.

Murdoc, on the other hand, was still sleeping peacefully, eventually itching himself on his side. You had vague memories of him.

As you try to collect your thoughts, the man woke up. You recognized him as being the famous Murdoc Niccals, from the band Gorillaz, and right now you were inside his foul-and-death-smelling winnebago. But the bigger question was -- Why were you in his bed?

Murdoc looks at you with a smug, then sat up. He hugged you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, saying quietly:

Murdoc: "Morning, sugar."

What will you do?