It was a late night at the Kong Studios in the UK, and Murdoc was playing Fornite with 2-D as usual. Murdoc aggressively moved the controller around while making frustrated grunts, his eyes glued to the screen. Russel was in the background, watching the game from one of the stools in the kitchen, with Noodle sitting on the opposite side of the table on her phone.

"Come on, come on!" Murdoc tapped the buttons and steered the controller sticks. 2-D was also doing the same, but at a slower pace, the small smile on his face inching just a bit. After a few more headshots, Murdoc's character suddenly went limp.

"Owh, bloody hell!" The controller flew up out of his hands as he jumped up from the couch. "This game's rigged!"

2-D turned his head when Murdoc suddenly flew up, his eyes darting from the screen, to his bandmate's frustrated face.

"You always say that." 2-D pointed out, his brows furrowing. Murdoc knew that was 100% true but he was too stubborn to admit it.

"Why don't you try playing the game then?!" Murdoc jabbed his finger in 2-D's face to which 2-D instinctively leaned back, his body curling a bit.

"But I am playing the game." He gestured to his game controller, and then his half of the screen where his character was standing idly. Murdoc's eyebrow twitched before he turned to the kitchen, his hands flaying in defeat.

"Bollocks, I need some vodka." He sighed, dragging his hands down his face as he walked to the kitchen. Russel looked at him, his brow raising.

"You needa cut back on that, man." Russel sighed quietly and shook his head, adjusting back in his chair.