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Continued from Feb 12, 1998

"oh no" George stated, emotionaly nondescript, "now we've lost the dragon, But Paul too." John looked at the croud of girls. "Rats" He murmered, fervently wishing it had been him until he remembered the oriental girl on his arm, He turned to face her, "hi." "Now we've lost John too!! Ringo.....ringo??" George turned around... and found that Ringo had managed to aquire a few of Paul's 'Fans'. He gave a long sigh.

"Oh, god, we gotta get out of here" George thought to himself. So he put his fingers together, sat cross-legged and called upon Hare Krishna. In moments the beatles were back sitting in Abbey Road studios in the '60s. Paul had his shirt off and was feeling rather foolish (not to mention DIAPPOINTED) that all his medeivel fans were gone. John no longer had the strange oriental woman on his arm. But that wasn't the worst of their problems. While they were gone, brian had taken the rolling stones and made THEM really popular...

"What a paralell universe, I never would have imagined that the Rolling Stones could be more popular than us!" said Paul on one of his ego trips."oh shut the fu*k up man. I'll just go have a chat with Brian" replied John as he ...

punched Paul in the stomach. Paul doubled over in pain before he came back and nailed John in the face. It became a full fledged fist fight and battle of the egos. It would have gone on forever if....

... Ringo hadn't stated that he was tired of this nonsense and walked out the door. The fight imeidiatly stopped and George said...

"MOSH PIT!" causing the fights to break out again while Organized Chaos did an impromtu 4 hour jam. :^)

"we have to do summat 'bout this, Paul..." John looked up from his writing, expecting to see his friendly face. Paul, however, sat in a chair across the way, sulking. "I said we have to do something about this, James Paul McCartney." Paul looked up. "oh, sorry....Prolly.." John looked back down to his paper. NOne of it seemed to make any sense, even to him.

but soon words were coming to his mind, like a speading train.

"dammit" He crumpled the paper as his pen tore through it. He threw his pen and papers down on the floor and stormed out into the rain. Not even his hot face could warm the chill of the drops, and he shivered in spite of himself. He looked in the window to see Paul straightening out the piece of paper.

Paul was going to steal John's idea!!! John couldn't let that happen so he...

took out a pistol that mysteriously apperaered in his pocket...

John aimed carefully, and then pulled the trigger, but instead of a bullet, one of those flags that say, "BANG!" popped out, along with a whole lot of glitter. John swore, and then he realized that the gun was warm from his hand. "Hmmm... this would make a right good song..." he thought...

Just then Paul walked into the room with a short oriental lady. John was immediately fixated by her. "Hullo, John, this is Yoko my erm... friend. She's gonna film my ass for her new film, 'Bottoms'" John was immediately jealous. Why did all the interesting women go for Paul's pants? He then remembered his attempted assasination of Paul and wished the gun had been real. But what can ya do? In the 2 seconds he had been thinking that to himself, Paul had Yoko, his new "friend" half undressed and on the couch....

This was more than John could stomach. He dragged Yoko off the couch, shoved Paul in the closet, and then flung Yoko (still half undressed) into his room. He looked at her and fell totally, helplessly in love, and began to seduce her with his brand-new song:

WHO KNOWS HOW LONG I'VE LOVED YOU? YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU STILL, WILL I WAIT A LONELY LIFETIME? IF YOU WANT ME TO, I WILL sang John. But even though he was in the other room, Paul could hear John singing HIS song. "Oh, the bastards gone suducing birds with one of MY songs again, has he?" he thought to himslef. Well, no more would he stand for John, in his jealousy over Paul's talent, stealing his songs. It was time he got the credit her deserved. He flung open the door...

...and screamed "Serenity Now!" as he had learned from that self-help tape, scaring the crap out of John & Yoko while they were on the couch. They flew apart, rather embarrassed.

Red in the face. Caught with his trousers down. Any way John looked at it, it didn't look good. "John, I can explain everything...you're too tempermental..You snap like a piece of dry kindling..." John looked up at Paul with cold hatred in his eyes. "What do you have to say about it, Paulie" Hs voice dripped with sarcasm and hatred.

"you know, John, that's very unbecoming..." Yanking up his trousers, he lept at Paul's throat. Throught clenched teeth, he growled. "I'll kill you McCartney...if it's the last bloody thing I do on the face of this earth."

Continued on Feb 14, 1998

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