Another Omake!  I wrote this one at the same time I was writing "Beatles in a Beetle," but I never found a story I could fit it into.  I may still recycle it later on, but 'til then it's an extra for all my lovely readers :0)  Enjoy!  And ta to everybody who reviewed the last omake!

John leapt down the stairs gleefully, clutching a large cardboard box.

"I got mugs!" he cackled.

"You got mugged?" exclaimed Ringo

"No, mugs," replied John, holding up the box. "One for each of you!"

"Do they have tea in them?" inquired George.

John shook his head.

"Then I'm not interested," sniffed George.

"I don't mind," said Paul hastily.

John pulled out the first mug and handed it to Paul.

"World's best winker," read Paul aloud as John gave George and Ringo their mugs.

"What's this supposed to mean?' asked George, showing the room his "world's okayest songwriter" mug.

John sniffed. "You ought to know that by now."

Ringo stared at his mug, flummoxed.

"What's it say, Rings?" asked Paul.

"Ringo," replied Ringo, fliping around his mug. Sure enough, it said "RINGO" in large letters.

"Oh," said Paul.

George snorted. "And I thought I was underappreciated."

Paul turned to look up at John, who was grinning and rubbing his hands together in a not altogether benevolent manner.

"You are a terrible gift-giver," Paul informed the rhythm guitarist emphatically.

"Aren't you lot lucky I forgot all your birthdays last year, then?" replied John.

"You didn't forget my birthday," sulked Ringo. "You celebrated by dumping a bucket of cold water on my head, remember?"

"Your birthday's in June," dismissed John. "It was a nice cool-off."

"A nice cool-off?" interjected George incredulously. "We were in the air conditioned recording studios!"

"And that'd be my birthday that's in June," added Paul, raising his hand halfway like a student unsure of whether to ask a question. "Ringo's is the seventh of July."

John grinned at his bandmates. "Your arguments are invalid. I've got Batman on my side."

A/N:  A weird beginning and a weird ending, with no clear setting (though I'm envisioning a downstairs living room, perhaps?).  But I think the banter is still worth something ;0)