"Now this is important, so I don't want any of you ending up like last time." Brian reprimanded.
"So maybe we made a little mistake last time." Paul knew very well it was a lot more than a little mistake, though.
"I'll have you know that that little mistake cost us 8000 pounds!"
"I thought it was a door, okay!?! Who puts a camel there, any road!?!" Ringo recalled.
"At least I closed the oven before the flames spread." George shrugged, trying to take a nap.
"It was the bee's fault!" John pointed out.
"Whatever." Brian rolled his eyes. "I just don't want this to end with you four throwing cake at each other."
George instantly jerked awake. "Hmm!?! Cake!?!"
"Bri doesn't want us to throw cake at each other." Paul explained.
"Kill joy." John said in a childish voice, crossing his arms and acting like a pouting child.
"I want cake!" George's eyes lit up.
"What kind of cake is it?" Paul asked.
"If it's red velvet, I pass." Ringo said.
"There is no cake." Brian settled.
"Neil?" John asked.
"Hmm?"
"Turn this vehicle 'round."
"What!?!"
"Turn it 'round."
"Why!?!"
"If there's no cake, I don't see why we have to go."
"You're going to make up for last time!" Brian shouted.
"Can we maybe get a cake?" George reasoned.
"There will be no cake whatsoever."
"But I'm hungry." George whined.
"Then eat after the interview." Brian groaned.
"But I'll starve by then."
"You'll survive, you always do."
"But what if I don't?!? What if I die of hunger!?! What if-"
"Save your strength for the interview, then."
"No cake, then?"
"Nope."
The 6 of them sat in silence for a minute.
"Bri?" George said timidly.
"What, Harrison?"
"Will there be pie?"
