''Hello, Unsticky Fingers here. What would you like tonight?"

''I'll have a some dick... err DUCK! Some duck please.'' Jagger said loosing his cool.

''Okay sweetie, could of done both,'' said the voice on the phone. ''How do you want it? We mean the duck by the way."

Jagger lent over to Keith, ''How do you want it darling?"

Keith blushed. ''Dick? Well..."

''NOT THE DICK YOU IMBECILE! THE DUCK!"

There was a quiet snigger from the voice on the phone.

''I DON'T EVEN WANT DUCK,'' Keith said raising his voice. There was brief pause followed by a whimper. ''You never care or consider what I want. It is your evil plan, your lair... Everything is about you.''

Mick looked absolutely furious. His right-hand man Keith shouldn't say these things, as he wasn't the one in charge. What does he know about responsibility, rationality and finances?  ''Keith, go to YOUR room then.''

Keith stormed off.

Brian sighed. ''Man, and I thought I was having relationship problems.''

''Don't think you are getting any food Brian,'' snapped Jagger. He apologised to the man on the other end of the line and ordered one vanilla ice cream while edible gold leaves on the top handpainted various colours by seven beautiful virgins from the island of Australia.

''I think it is time for an escape plan,'' mumbled Brian.''

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''It's an address to a candy store,'' beamed Paul. ''They sell penis candy and let me tell you how bloody wonderful it is to deep throat something so sugary sweet.''

Bill shook his head. ''First thing I want to say is there is something horribly wrong with you, something I cannot begin to even start to comprehend.  Second of all, you should be so thankful the law passed recently, so you can legally deep throat... whatever just don't tell me you fucking weirdo.''

McCartney shrugged. ''Says the one dating a guy in a dress, but okay Bill whatever, whatever you want. I'll get you back later.''

''I liked you better when you faked your death,'' frowned Bill. ''Since I have no idea where else to look for Brian I'll go with you, but buy your damn penis candy with your own money!''

A/N: Finally an update and the chapter is almost as short as McCartney's dick. Sorry guys!