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Winning the tickets
“I just don’t think she should go to such a big place with so many people alone, Murdoc!” Russel said.
“Why not? She just might get lost!” Murdoc laughed.
“Yo, don’t say that! I’ll go with her! I don’t know why, I hate the guy!”
“Let me go Russ!” 2-D broke in, “I’m a Michael Jackson fan!”
With that Murdoc rolled his eyes at 2-D “this kid is just too damn weird!!” he thought to himself.
“Wait wait wait, 2-D and Noodle goin? I think we all should go! I can’t trust 2-D with Noodle or Murdoc here all alone!” Russel couldn’t imagine the things Murdoc would do alone at the Studio. It was just too scary! Visions of parties and sex and drugs and just a whole bunch of shit ran through his head.
“HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Murdoc yelled at the statement. “I’m not going to a Michael Jackson concert! You can put up cameras, you can lock me in the lift anything but make me go!!!! Please!!!!!! It would be nothing but tortur! Russ I’m begging ya’!” he cried holding his hands together kneeling by Russel.
Noodle laughed at the sight of Murdoc on the kitchen floor. “Michael Jackson cool Murdoc!” she said giggling. Russel looked at her and laughed.
“We all are going. AND THAT’S FINAL!” he said looking at Murdoc for that last part. Murdoc got up and went to turn on the radio. When he it on he heard “Caller number 8 wins 4 front row Michael Jackson tickets and backstage passes.” He mumbled something and left the room. 2-D ran to the phone to call and Russel pulled out his cell-phone. 2-D got the winning call after being numbers 2, 4, 6, and 8. Ironically Russel was numbers 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9.
“Noodle, you aren’t just going to see Michael Jackson, you going to meet him!” Russel informed her.
Noodles eyes got big and she hugged Russel and 2-D thanking them.
****meanwhile****
Murdoc was walking around thinking of how to kill Michael Jackson but thought of the consequences. 1) with Noodle 2) with the security at the concert, 3) with jail and 4) with how it would make the band look. (well actually him) and decided not to. Then he heard Noodle screaming and figured they had won. “Shit! Now I have to meet him!” he thought disgusted. “Why me?!?! God if you kill this guy before this concert I will become a Christian!” Realizing he just prayed he went to his Winnebago and fell asleep for the next day he had to meet Michael Jackson!!