I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(How about some star wars beatles. I dont take credit for this!)
Ringo and George were sitting at the kitchen table in John's house while John and Paul were sitting at the couch working on a new song.
Paul had a blank piece of paper in front of him laying on the coffee table. John was sitting on his right side so each time he would lean over to write on the paper, he put his left hand near the paper. John took out his pocket knife, leaned over and put the blade to Paul's finger. Paul froze and quickly moved his hand.
"No."
"Yes. Give it back."
"No! Put that knife up."
"No. Give me yer hand."
"No!"
"Fine." John reached over to his left hand and Paul moved it quickly. "Quit it John. Yer going to hurt one of us with that thing. Put it away before I confiscate it from ye."
"You wouldn't do that."
"Yes I would. Yer threatening me with it! Put it up."
John put it beside himself on the coffee table and Paul noticed.
"Nuh-uh. Put it up completely. Yer not cutting off my fingers."
John picked it up again and put it to Paul's upper arm. "How about here?"
"NO! Yer being a child. Put that up."
John finally sighed in defeat, folded it up, and put it back in his pocket. "Fine. You win. But know, watch yer back."
"Yeh, yeh. You already said that. Get back to work before I hurt ye."
I'll hurt you before you even lay a hand on me. Remember, I still have to kill you."
"Yer not. Geo and Ringo will prevent you from doing it. Get to work before I hurt you."
"Yes muther." John said rolling his eyes. He then snatched the paper from Paul.
"Really John? Really?"
"Deal with it." He said, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. Then, John laid on the couch, his feet being behind Paul, with the paper in his hand as he just stared at the blank paper.
"You know yer looking at nothing right?"
John slowly moved the paper down only to see Paul's face being right behind the paper, making him jump. "Jesus Paul! Why? Planning to give me a stroke or something?"
"Something like that." Paul said, moving to sit back up. "That's on you."
"Dont put that on me. I didnt force you to be a creep."
"No, you just created the creep inside me when I met you."
"Ooh. Nice comeback." George said, smiling.
"No one was asking you!" John shouted.
"So what? I give my opinions anyways."
"I can tell. Why give yer opinions at the wrong time?"
"Its never a wrong time to give yer opinion."
"Yeh it is. For example, this is a wrong time. I'm trying to read here."
Paul looked at John in the eye. "There's nothing written on that paper."
