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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(My typing is messing up on my tablet. Forgive me if it doesn't look right.)
Paul was reading a newspaper while smoking a cigarette leaving John laying on the couch almost passed to the point of passing out. It had been a few minutes until he actually did. Paul looked up from the paper and shook his head.
Ringo and George walked in with lunch for all of them. "I see you and John kept yerselves occupied."
"Well, one of us did. The other one is out. Did ye being coffee?" Paul asked.
"Of course." Ringo walked up to him and handed him a cup.
"Ta."
Paul folded the paper and threw it at John, waking him instantly.
"What do you want?" He asked rolling over so his back faced everyone.
"Wake up. Food's here."
John sighed and slowly say up. "Alright. Fine. I'm up. Happy?"
"Very much so. Hungry?"
"Yes. Where's the food?"
George walked up to him and handed him the food. "Chew carefully."
"No. I thought I would swallow every bite whole and choke to death."
"Okay. Do you want us to save you when yer choking?" Ringo asked.
"No. Just sit back and watch me face turn blue."
"Very well."
Paul grabbed the paper again and opened it back up.
"Anything interesting in there Macca?" John asked.
"Not really."
"Then why has yer nose been in there for over an hour?"
"Got bored and I've been reading every article. Most of it boring."
"So stop reading it. Yer going to be driven nuts."
"Too late. Only because yer always driving me nuts."
"My goal has been accomplished!" John said happily.
Paul rolled his eyes. "Eat yer food before I take it away from you."
"No. Yer not taking my food. It's mine." John said taking a bite.
"Yeh, I don't want it anymore."
"Good. On the other hand, I would kill you if you touched it."
"I don't doubt it."
George then handed him some coffee.
"I knew you were good for something."
"John, don't make me rip out yer other teeth." George threatened.
"Woah. Did that seriously come from George? The quiet Beatle? I expected Paul to say something like that."
"Don't get me mad. Remember, I am not yer slave. Just because I get you coffee doesn't mean you could push me around for eternity."
"I thought that's what you were here for."
"John, I'm earning you. I'll sedate you and give you more pain. How about I rip yer two front teeth out. That's a better look for ye. Don't you think?"
