A/N: Sorry.

"Do you want some watermelon Judy?" Asked Brian. The others had gathered in Brian's apartment.

Judy laughed sheepishly fiddling with her hand bag, which suspiciously contained an eggplant. "AH! NO THANK YOU BRIAN, I KNOW WHAT PAUL DOES WITH THAT.''

"I do NOT want to know," says Bill shaking his head. "Crazy McCartney."

There was a large crash, as Keith walked through Brian's door. Mick followed him through what was left of it.

Mick saw everyone else and his eyes widened. "Dreaded dehydrated  demon cows," he revealed shaking his head. "They tried to eat us... in revenge!"

Bill looked puzzled, "I thought cows were vegan though."

"But these were evil cows,''  Mick stressed. ''We managed to escape their evil clutches, but not unscathed."

"Yeah! Look at my hair,'' Keith lamented. ''It's a mess!"

"KEITH, YOUR HAIR IS MESSED UP.''

"Shut up Judy", he pouted. ''Just you wait till the 70s."

There was another knock at the door, a face peered through the Keith sized hole.

"That's strange, I wasn't expecting any more visitors... unless Charlie has recovered since he talked to us last."
Brian rushed off to ''open'' the door as he insisted on being a proper, polite host. He returned with a strange looking man.

"Hi Judy," beamed the stranger."I've got some mail for you!"

''OH NO,'' she mumbled under her breath. "YOU FOLLOWED ME HERE???"

"Just doing my job!!!!!," the Postman insisted.

"YOU SURE ARE DEDICATED."

The rest just silently stared at the mail man as he stood awkwardly near Judy.

"I would be that asshole who random blurts out they love Led Zeppelin but they aren't even a band yet... bummer."

The others continued to eye him.

"We have a nutter," mumbled Bill who'd been surprisingly quiet since.

"Yeah.." Keith eyed him carefully, "Well are you going to give her the parcel?"

"Yes, yes," said the creepy mailman. "Will do! I just have to get the parcel..."

"YOU MEAN YOU CAME ALL THE WAY OVER HERE AND DIDN'T BRING IT?"

"Yeah- well no, I have it..."

"Just get it and be gone," snapped Mick. "You are ruining the fun."

The mailman rushed out the door and soon enough he wheeled in a rather oversized parcel.

"Wow, that's a big parcel," marveled Mick. "I don't remember sending you flowers this big Judy."

Judy went to open her mouth to say something but Brian who was sitting right next to her was giving her death stare, so she kept her mouth shut.

The postman placed the parcel right next to her. He blushed, "For you, Judy."

"I'D OPEN THIS OBSCURELY LARGE PARCEL BUT I'M A LAZY BAR-"

"That is enough!" screeched Brian, standing up in frustration. "Keith, you can open the parcel for Judy. Oh and Mr. Postman I need to politely ask you to leave," he said pushing the man towards the door.
"Clear off."
He slammed what was left of the front door into the postman's face. "Okay Keith-y baby, open the parcel."

"Yeah... sure," said Keith somewhat stunned.

He ripped open the top, inside was a woman clutching a rather lovely lighting device; a lamp. The woman was stunned, and didn't say a word. She spied Brian and gave him the evil eye.

"Yeah, um Miss the box said you are creative property of Jud-"

Doink

The woman hit him over the head with the lamp.