John lennon slammed his fists against the side of the magical mystery tour bus.
"Fuckin shit Paul." he shrieked His silver tear trickling down his rosy cheek.
"Johnny boy, what's wrong" Paul whimpered, pulling of his wizards hat, and looking at John.
"Why did you skip our solo recording session to hang with your bae." John cried sporadically his tears spreading like a lawn sprinkler.
"Zoinks scoob, howdya know buddy?" Paul said shocked, his disgustingly short hair and repulsive mustache flailing in the wind.
"Because no matter how many times you fake your death, I still love you!" John sobbed.
"Lol take the L i'm straight." Paul said, dancing a jig.
"DID THAT NIGHT IN PARIS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!?!" Said the walrus man, eggily.
"Bro dude that was like." he flipped his manicured hand, "a one time thing, y'know."
"Fuck you paulie" John screamed squelchily, flailing away into the woods of ireland.
"Darling wait!" Paul screamed, trying to run after him but his short femenine legs could not catch up.
Paul fell to his knees sobbing at how is best and definitely not bisexual bestie could have left him like that with nobody. Well, Ringo and George1 were there, but they were idiots and paul fucking hated George1 so much. George1 was "the quiet beatle" just because he didn't have anything worthwhile to contribute to the conversation except for that one time he said "We played marbles" or tried to kiss me onstage but thats really the only interesting things he's done so fuck him. I fucking hate his stupid face and his stupid hair and his god damn stupid fur coats.
Ringo's okay I guess.
Paul stood up, a resolved expression on his face. He would abandon Johnny in the woods. He grabbed Ringo, George1 and George2, Jane, Pattie and Mal and shoved them inside the bus. Bob Dylan was also there, he was their weed dealer. Paul sat in the drivers seat and pulled out of the field they were parked in. He drove away form the farm they were filming at, hoping to leave that gay betrayer John Lennon behind.
"Hare Hare fuckin Krishna" George1 screamed as Paul almost hit a tree. Paul was on acid, and was not fit for driving.
"Whooooaaaah there there little tambourine man." Bob Dylan said, taking a puff from 7563843957 blunts. "You gotta find peace within yourself, man."
"Shut up bitch." Paul yelled, bitch slapping that motherfucker.
"OwO what's going on i'm just a smol bean OwO" Said Ringo
"Shut up octopus lover" Paul said, twerking.
The bus crashed into a smaller car, exploding the head of the driver. He blew his mind out in a car, he didn't notice that the lights had changed.....
"Holy fuckeroosky lads" George2 yelled, pulling off his tophat. "We need our Lennon back"
Back in the forests of ireland, John was angstily kicking rocks like a child.
"Meh meh I'm Paul I like girls and not this hot best friend I have." John muttered, thinking about Paul's ass. Fuck he loved that man. But alas, that boy was straight. This Boy, thas boy. Fuck him and his sexy as fuck face. Maybe he did curl his eyelashes, but he wasn't like the other girls. He was Paul. The hottest fucking man alive, although, John had gotten the handcuff scene in a hard days night, and that was affirming. But paul got the shrinking scene, that fat bitch. John was jealous that paul got to wear a cigarette box instead of clothes.
But this movie would be different. Less kinky stuff, more wizards. Less black cars, more rainbow buses. But Paul was mad at him, and he didn't know if there relationship would ever recover.
The Beatles Broke up in 1970.
"On the evening of 8 December 1980, English musician John Lennon, formerly of the Beatles, was shot and fatally wounded in the archway of the Dakota, his residence in New York City. The killer was Mark David Chapman, an American Beatles fan who was incensed by Lennon's lavish lifestyle and his 1966 comment that the Beatles were "more popular than Jesus". Chapman said he was inspired by the fictional character Holden Caulfield from J. D. Salinger's novel The Catcher in the Rye, a "phony-killer" who despises hypocrisy.
Chapman planned the killing over several months and waited for Lennon at the Dakota on the morning of 8 December. Early in the evening, Chapman met Lennon, who signed his copy of the album Double Fantasy and subsequently left for a recording session at the Record Plant. Later that night, Lennon and his wife, Yoko Ono, returned to the Dakota. As Lennon and Ono approached the entrance of the building, Chapman fired five hollow-point bullets from a .38 special revolver, four of which hit Lennon in the back. Chapman remained at the scene reading The Catcher in the Rye until he was arrested by the police. Lennon was rushed to Roosevelt Hospital in a police car, where he was pronounced dead on arrival at 11:15 p.m.
A worldwide outpouring of grief ensued; crowds gathered at Roosevelt Hospital and in front of the Dakota, and at least three Beatles fans died by suicide. The next day, Lennon was cremated at Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, New York. In lieu of a funeral, Ono requested 10 minutes of silence around the world. Chapman later pleaded guilty to murdering Lennon and was given a sentence of 20-years-to-life imprisonment. He has been denied parole 12 times since he became eligible in 2000."
("Murder of John Lennon." Wikipedia, Wikimedia Foundation, 12 Dec. 2022, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_John_Lennon.)
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