Late at night in Ringo's flat the boys were sitting on the living room floor playing an intense game of Blackjack.
"Aw crap! I lost again." Paul threw down the cards everywhere in frustration not really understanding how Ringo won every time.
"Haha I'm the champion. I'll never die." Ringo cheered. George rolled his eyes, Ringo winning is never good for his ego.
"Yeah yeah alright. I'm tired now so let's call it a night. See ya lads." Paul said stumbling his way to Ringo's spare room, feeling quite tipsy.
"Same 'ere night then." The shortest lad began making his way to his own room, then he noticed George wasn't following behind them.
"George you not going to sleep?"
"No but I'm going to dancccceee." He dragged on drunkenly, continuing his signature bodily movement.
"Alright well.... bye."
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_3am_
George stood over his sleeping friend watching him snore like he had been doing for the past 57 minutes.
He then began stroking his hair. "Wake up my precious." He said in a voice that was uncanny to Gollum's.
Ringo's round blue eyes slowly opened and when he realised what was going on he used his left hand to reach for his phone. He did it carefully so George wouldn't notice him dialling 999.
"What do you think your doing? C'mon I've got something to tell you about your mother." The 18 year old dragged Ringo out of his bed into the living room.
When Ringo was tied down to a wooden chair George began pacing back and forth in front of him.
"I've got a PowerPoint to show ya."
"And what if I refuse?" He said frowning.
"Then I'll you know..." George said towering over him.
"Not you know!" Ringo cried. "Don't you have any hobbies?"
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_9am_
Paul ate the last of his Cornflakes before making his way to the kitchen sink. He was interrupted by the heavy foot steps of Richard Starkey.
"The fuck happened to you?" Paul finally inquired after a few minutes of listening to his friend groan like a zombie.
And out of nowhere Ringo grabbed Paul's shirt. "Mate! You gotta help me!"
"Erm..." Paul just stood there not really knowing what to do.
"They ate watching me a Paulie! It was one time, I swear to you it won't happen again." Ringo cried now on his knees, very exhausted. "They're after me.." He now whispered standing up, overcome with paranoia.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh what a beautiful morning... Oh what a beautiful summer's day." George sang skipping into the room.
Then Paul looked into Ringo's eyes and just knew.
"I've erm... gotta meet Mike."
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_Mimi's Munchables_
"John!"
The 20 year old man stirred in his sleep. He was slouching on a stool his head glued to the counter where he was meant to be working.
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The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)
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