"Are you sure this'll work John?" Paul asked, as John set to work, handing Ringo to George.

"Of course, I already know what to do. But it'll take time, a whole lot of precious time, to do it right," John informed them.

"Time we could be using to record," Paul pointed out.

"We'll just have to tell Eppy we're all ill or something," John shrugged.

"What do we do in the meantime?" George questioned, cradling the trembling Ringo.

"Well, you can look after Ringo," John decided.

"What? Why me? Why can't Paul?" George complained.

"Because Paul looks after everyone, and you get on with Ringo best. You know, Starrison and all that rubbish fangirls like," John looked at you [the reader] and winked.

"Fine, but I'm only doing this for Ringo," George agreed, reluctantly.

"Aww, Starrison is true!" John cooed at George, who blushed.

"Imagine, if one day, fans wrote stories about Starrison and McLennon," Paul suddenly told his friends "How sad is that?" 

They all laughed at how unlikely it was.