Long posts are A-OKAY!
Have you seen some of mine? X3
And they give us something to go off of. =3
...the fan girls broke out their weapons arsenal! (Including all weapons dressed with nice handles and hilts with the Beatles faces plastered all over them.)
"Don't make us get violent!" they shouted at Bianca, Georgette, FNU, and Pitch.
Ringo walked calmly over and gave one of the girls a phone. ((A cord-phone, I suppose, seeing as this is the 60's we're talking about...)) "It's for you," he smiled nicely.
The girl squealed when Ringo handed her the phone. All the other girls gathered around her ear, listening in to see who it was. "Hello?!
Who's this?" they giggled.
"Say goodnight, girls," John smiled, hanging up a phone on an end-table next to him.
Suddenly, a yellow gas sprayed out of the phone that the girls were holding. They all sighed heavily and fell to the floor, knocked out.
"Well, that takes care of that," said John, dusting his shoulders off after he was untied.
"Hey, thanks very much for coming to our aid," smiled Ringo at Georgette.
"Yeah! You distracted them long enough for me to hook up my knock-out gas into the phone," Paul grinned.
"...You carry around knock-out gas?" asked Bianca.
"Well, when one's a Beatle, one has to take drastic measures," George shrugged.