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It was a sleepy Murdoc who made his way up to the Studio Kitchen on that grey tuesday in March. Stubble on his chin, crust on his eyes, an angry, early-morning expression on his visage. He didn't look too closely at the blue-haired person eating cereal at the kitchen table. He did however, notice that the milk was gone.
"Dullard, what have you done and gone wit' tha milk?" His words were slurred, a little messed up, but the next ones were most certainly not.
"Watch it nob, or I'm gonna 'ave to give ya a duffin' up!"
Murdoc stared, astonished, at the blue-haired person wearing a jeans jacket, a denim skirt, black capri-length leggings, a black tank top and red high-tops. He was now quite sure this was not 2D. She finished her cereal, and after dumping her bowl into the over flowing sink, said "By the way, can you tell me where my dear cousin might be?"

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"I say we toss 'er out right now!" barked Murdoc. Being insulted so early in the morning had put him in a fouler mood than usual. He, Russel and 2D were deciding what to do with Francesca Tusspot, who had climbed through the gaping hole in the lobby wall around 6:00 that morning. She then wandered around, looking for 2D, and instead found the kitchen. She claimed to have something importand to tell 2D, but that was yet to be determined, as they hadn't had a chance to talk yet.
"We should let her stay." said Russel, his smooth, deep voice overshadowing the noises of Noodle and Francesca in the Game Room. "At least untill we know why she's here."
The two glanced at 2D expectantly, Murdoc in his underwear, Russel in his hog pjs.
"Well er... Either one's froody wit' me. I mean, she's my cousin awright, but we, um... never really got on that well."
"What d'ya know about her?"
"Well, she punches pretty hard for starters. I know she plays cello, and sings too. She'd be about 32, 33 years old, so she's probably driving by now."
Russel raised an eyebrow. "Is that it?"
"Well, like I said, we didn't really get along tha' well. Also, she was born a good deal earlier than me, so we wouldn't 'ave hung out much anyway."
2D shuffled his feet, looking a bit nervous.
"I thought you might know how she got the blue hair like you, especially since they're not genetic."
"Actually, tha's not strictly true." 2D grinned sheepishly, showing his gap. "I've gotten a couple e-mails about some little blue-haired kiddies wreaking havoc 'round the U.K."
Russel blinked a few times, scratching his bald-shaved scalp before mumbling, "Moving on... Er, how about you go in, so's she can say what she wants to?"
Murdoc crossed his arms, and departed for his 'bago. As 2D reached for the door knob to the game room, he hesitated, as if frightened about what might be waiting on the other side.
Russel arched one of his eyebrows, his blank eyes piercing, questioning.
"I's just... Well, it's been a while, tha's all." 2D smiled tenatively, but the rest of his face just looked terrified. He opened the door.

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"Bwahaha! Say good-bye to that high-score Noodle, Galaga is my kind of game!" Noodle and Francesca were playing a bunch of old Namco relics, such as Pac-man, Rally-X, and of course, Galaga. But Francesca put the controller down as she caught sight of her younger cousin. "Aha! 'Ello, Stupot!" She stood up quickly, and flicked his forehead.
"Still doin' tha', eh? C'mon then, dark rooms make m' head hurt..." Rubbing his forehead, 2D led his cousin out of the dim room, leaving Noodle for the light of the near-by kitchen.
"So... Wa's this all about?" 2D sat down at the table, leaning back to look over his now-grown cousin. It had been years since they'd seen eachother. Hair hadn't been blue, 2D'd had normal eyes.
"Ah, Stuart! Tha' can wait, 'ows about you and me spend a bit of time catchin' up? What happened to your hair and eyes?" Francesca crossed her arms, playing with a lock of her deep blue hair.
"I wos about ta ask you the same thing. My hair is aparently a freak result of an automobile accident. Wha's your story?"
She grinned, and her green eyes danced with a mean, mischeivous light that said one thing: Time for Torment. "Tha's a pretty long word for ya, innit, Pot-head? Automobile? Isn't that more than say... six letters?"
"Yes, it is! I'm a good deal smarter now, and I know exactly how many letters are in the word 'automobile'! There are..." the disgruntled Stuart began counting on his fingers. "Uhh... Eight! Eight, right? 'An you still 'aven't answered my question. Stop laughing!"
Francesca stifled the last of her chuckles, and wiped her eyes. "My hair? It's dyed. I know enough not to get hit by an automobile, which incidently, has ten letters in it." This brought about another round of laughter, and a pouting Stuart. When she'd calmed down, Francesca sat down, and spoke again. "So what 'appened to your eyes? That happen in the same accident?"
2D squirmed. He'd never been a good liar, but he knew she'd make fun of him either way, so there was no use trying. "Erm... No... They were, ah... fractured."