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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"I'm stronger than you. You can't tie me up."
"Oh really? You wanna bet? Geo, get me the tape."
George sighed, stood up, and left. John looked at Paul for the longest time. "Don't you dare."
"Now you know I'm not bluffing."
George came back and handed duct tape to Paul. "Ta." Then, Paul turned his attention back to John. "I'll give you 5 seconds to run."
"5..........4............3..........."
Finally, John stood up quickly and took off.
"2..........1..........." Then, Paul stood up and started going in the direction John went.
George shook his head and looked over at Ringo. The two exchanged glances. "Think he'll get caught?"
"Yep."
George continued working on the puzzle as he had started smoking a cigarette. "He's not our problem anymore."
John ran past them and up the stairs with Paul running after him.
"Looks like they're having the time of their lives."
"If ye say so. I really need to tell them to stop running in my house. They could break something."
Then, 5 minutes later, Paul was struggling to get something downstairs.
"Whatcha got there?" Ringo asked.
"Oh. You know. A very annoying person who can't run away."
Once Paul reached the bottom step, he revealed what he had. It was John taped up once again. His ankles, wrists and his mouth were taped up. He was muffling something but it wasn't audible so no one knew what he was saying.
Paul dragged him over to the couch and pretty much threw him on it.
"Have fun yet?" Paul asked.
John glared at him with a disapproving look on his face. Paul reached over and patted his head. "Soon ye'll be able to talk again."
With his right hand, John slowly moved it and flipped him off.
"Play nice Johnny."
He could hear some of what John was saying.
"Ey! No foul language Lennon! I'll wash yer mouth out with soap."
John smacked him in the back of the head.
"Be nice!"
No! He heard Paul pretty much shout.
"Don't shout at me. You deserve this."
While the two were somewhat having a conversation, Paul made sure not to maintain eye contact as he spoke.
Paul went to sit at the end of the couch where John's feet were. Without knowing, John managed to reach into his pocket and took out his pocket knife. Then, he cut the tape from his hands.
John reached his hands up and they were so close to Paul's throat. George looked up just in time. "Paul!"
