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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The next morning, Paul had been the first one at the office followed by George, then Ringo, and lastly John. John had walked in and once the other two saw his face, they both turned to Paul with angry looks.
"What?"
"I thought you said you weren't going to fight with him."
"He started it."
"When?"
"Right after you left. I needed to get it out of my system, so naturally, I hit him. He deserved it anyways."
John approached and sat at his desk looking at Paul angrily. "I'll kill you."
"John, leave him alone."
He turned to face George. "Did you see what he did to my lovely face?"
"It'll heal in about a week or two. I should've never left you two alone yesterday! I told you I didn't want to see one of you with a black eye. Now look at you! This needs to end. Once we leave here this evening, yer going back in the closet."
"Oh no I'm not." John said.
"Oh yes you are."
"I can't. I can't stay in there. You know that."
"I know. That's why I'm threatening it."
"Why not do something that'll hurt Paul."
"I don't know. Never thought about it. I don't know what his fear is. I know yers. Yers is claustrophobia. You can't be in tight spaces without freaking out."
"Paul is afraid of heights."
"What do you want me to do? Take him to the roof and have him look down? There's not much of a height difference between the roof and the concrete."
"Only about what, 10 feet?"
"Something like that."
"Do something that'll scare him instead of doing it to me."
"Yeh. Let me think of something. But in the meantime, its the closet."
"No." John whined.
"Yes." George mocked.
John looked over at Paul angrily. "What are you afraid of besides heights?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."
John got mad. "I will find out what yer afraid of. And once I do, I'm letting George know."
"How about I find one that both of you are afraid of." George spoke.
"No!" The two said in unison.
"Come on. It'll be fun."
"No."
"Then get along! I don't want to see you two fighting anymore. I hate seeing two friends fight! Especially if you two have been friends for many years."
"Yeh, yeh. Whatever."
"Ey. Lose the attitude Mr. Lennon."
John kicked his feet up and leaned against his chair. "What attitude?"
"Sass? Seriously?"
"Yeh. So?"
"What's the real reason why yer mad at each other?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I want to know."
"No. That's between me and princess."
"Well yer bringing me and Ringo into this by arguing in front of us."
"No I'm not. You just happen to be here when we're having a discussion."
"Is that what yer calling it? 'Having a discussion'?"
"Yeh. Having a discussion. Not arguing."
"Well, you two have been yelling at each other which results you to shoving each other and nearly getting into fist fights. The two of us have to step in to stop you."
"You don't have to. You know that."
"I know. I already told you why we step in. Because we hate seeing you fight over stupid things."
"Who said it was something stupid we were fighting over? We're grown men. We don't fight over stupid things."
"Most times, you act like a child. So, I wouldn't nessessarily call you a 'grown man'."
"Ey. That's insulting!"
"Act like a grown man and I'll treat you like a grown man...........and getting into fights is not acting like an adult. I've said this I don't know how many times in the past two days but the two of you need to work it out."
"Yeh, yeh. Okay. We won't fight while yer around. Deal?"
"We have to be around so we could stop you from hurting each other."
"Trust me, we haven't hurt each other."
"Oh really? Paul did hit you hard. You don't think that qualifies as getting hurt?"
"No. I haven't ended up in the hospital because of it."
"So, is that the only way ye'll make it qualify? Is if you end up in the hospital?"
"Yeh. Which will never happen."
"By the looks of things, you might be there tomorrow."
"Wrong. It won't happen."
"You can't keep going the way yer going. Yer driving me nuts."
