The plane jerks to the right, causing the four Beatles to almost fall out of their seats. Paul and John go deathly silent as the plan sharply jerks again. "I-It's probably just the wind.." Ringo chuckled, his face now slightly pale. "We're going to crash!" George cries. "Shut up, no we aren't." John replies harshly. "You don't know that!" George argues back, his stomach full of dread. "Both of you, shut up! Geo, we aren't going to crash, it's the wind like Ringo said." Paul roared. PURE FICTION!!All Rights Reserved
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