AN: Hey! First of all I wanted to thank you all for your support. It makes me happy to know someone likes the silly things I write whenever I'm bored. Thank you for reviewing and sending your letters, I really appreciate it.

I hope you enjoy this interview, I also hope it's not too boring!


Q: Hello, dearest Beatles!

GEORGE: Hello, dearest interviewer!

RINGO: Oh my, how kind of you, Sir.

Q: I have great news for you!

JOHN: Is this just a joke and I'm going to be able to go back to the hotel room?

Q: No! I have received many fan letters, so instead of the usual questions, you're only going to answer fan letters today. How does that sound?

PAUL: Oh, marvelous!

Q: Let's get started, then!

"Dear John, congrats on the wedding to Paul! I hope you two are happy together P.s Your smile is so cute! Try and do it as much as you can :-*

Dear Paul, You may look like a girl, but you do a very good job at it. I like feminine guys who are masculine at the same time, don't ask why, they just appeal to me more :-* P.S. When you smile, you look like a cute chipmunk, and it makes my heart warm up everytime, same when you try to sing like Little Richard :-*

Dear George, I love you and your shyness, you being the 'Quiet Beatle' has to be the cutest thing ever! ;) P.S. I love your guitar playing!

Dear Ringo, your dancing is just amazing! I've tried to dance like you with my best friend Jade at parties and discos, but we can never do it as good as you! Rock on, Ringo! P.S. Love your nose :D

Love you all!

Debbie-Leigh xxx"

GEORGE: Wow, that was long!

JOHN: And why are you surprised! We're the freaking amazing Beatles!

RINGO: I want to start saying that I found another girl that likes my nose! I may start a fan club of it!

JOHN: A fan club of your nose? Are you fucking kiddingme?

PAUL: I want my own fan club, then!

GEORGE: Shut up, Paul. You already have it!

PAUL: Yeah, I do!

RINGO: And she also likes how I dance! I can teach you some tricks some time, would you like?

JOHN: Who cares about your silly dancing? What is really important here is my wedding with Paul!

GEORGE: They finally married with us being present y'know...

JOHN: And we are already happy together of course!

PAUL: And she likes our smiles!

JOHN: Let's smile for her!

PAUL: Awww, what a cute adorable smile you have, Johnny!

JOHN: Not as cute as my chipmunk boy! I never thought about how you look like a chipmunk until now! Thank you, Debbie!

PAUL: That's nice... But do not call me "chipmunk boy" please...

RINGO: CHIPMUNK BOY!

PAUL: UGLY JEWISH!

RINGO: CHIPMUNK BOY!

PAUL: UGLY JEWISH!

GEORGE: CHIPMUNK BOY!

PAUL: BLOODY PIG!

GEORGE: Who cares how much I eat? I'm thinner than you, anyways...

RINGO: Ouch...

JOHN: Anyway... About the Little Richard thing... Yes, indeed he sings like Little Richard so beautifully! Even better than him!

PAUL: Better than Little Richard? You think?

JOHN: Of course, dear wife!

PAUL: If I'm your wife, you have to be my wife too!

JOHN: Then what are we? Lesbians?

GEORGE: Thank you for the kind words you said about me! I enjoy being the Quiet Beatle; it makes me look more mystical and interesting.

Q: You are certain an interesting character George, now I'm going to read you the second letter! This one is shorter!

"Dearest Be-atles,

Hi, Keep having fun. Kay? Kay. Bye. Love you all.

Prudence.

PAUL: I can assure we will keep having fun, Prudence.

JOHN: Especially Paul and I.

RINGO: God, I swear every time I see you two staring at each other like that, hundreds of pervert thoughts invade my mind...

GEORGE: That was unnecessary!

Q: Third letter!

"Hello Beatle boys!
I'd like to say my Beatle crush lays with John. Although Ringo is DEFINITLY better looking, and nicer... Alright a few questions! If you had a time machine what time would you go and where? How do you get so many great ideas for songs? John how are you so perfectly sarcastic?
That's all
-Cassis"

JOHN: It was all going awesome until the word "Ringo" popped out.

RINGO: I'm nicer and better looking than you, accept it John.

JOHN: Keep living under illusions, dwarf.

RINGO: Dwarf? That one is new…

GEORGE: And it's pretty offensive!

JOHN: Shut up, bloody pig!

Q: I think Cassis wants you to answer her questions.

JOHN: Yeah, right! Mmm… time machine… Wow, that one is difficult… Going to the future would be awesome, but kind of scary too, y'know. What about travelling in time to 2012 or something like that and see if someone knows who the hell we are? Or maybe something like year 45000, yeah? Or something more recent, like year 3000. Or I could just go back in time to 1942 and steal baby Macca, or stalk baby Macca… or hold baby Macca in my arms and play with his little nose whispering, "hey little Macca! See you in fifteen years!"… Or why not visiting something really important in history? I think I failed it at school, but I definitely like history better than mathematics or that kind of shit. It would have been interesting experiencing something like the Renaissance in Italy… or ancient Greece, y'know? Greeks were geniuses! Like me!

GEORGE: Alright that was enough!

JOHN: How do I get so many ideas for song? I honestly don't know… I just have 'em…

PAUL: And you also have the greatest songwriting partner of the world.

JOHN: And I am perfectly sarcastic because I just am. There are things that don't need a technical explanation.

Q: Good, thank you, John! The next letter is for Paul!

"Dear Pauline,

So George revealed that you were actually a girl. I knew it! Well, here's some more questions for my favourite female: How do you tell John that he needs to lose weight? Do you lose sleep from the thought of George being a vampire? Do you watch Winx Club?

-Anachiolo"

PAUL: I'm not a girl!

GEORGE: Did you listen, boys? She claims she's not a girl anymore; in fact, she's a WOMAN!

JOHN: She's a woman who understands, she's a woman who loves her man…

PAUL: I'm not a woman!

RINGO: You're a girl?

JOHN: Hello little girl, hello little girl, hello little girl. When I see you every day I say, "Mm-mm, hello little girl"

PAUL: I'm not a female! I like girls!

GEORGE: I knew you were lesbian!

PAUL: I'm a fucking lad! Do you want me to unzip my pants for you to see?

JOHN: YES, PLEASE!

RINGO: FUCK, NO!

JOHN: Come on, strip for us Paulie, will ya?

PAUL: I only strip for you, hot stuff.

Q: HEY! I DO NOT WANT INAPROPIATE BEHAVIOR HERE!

PAUL: I wasn't going to do it anyway…

Q: Just answer the questions Anachiolo gave you.

PAUL: About how do I tell John to lose weight? Mmm… I have never told him.

JOHN: I'm fat, aren't I?

GEORGE: And I eat more than you three and still am thinner than all of you.

PAUL: You're not fat, John…

GEORGE: But Paul used to be a fat schoolboy…

PAUL: I wasn't fat!

JOHN: I'm the fatty!

RINGO: No one's fat, OK?! Shut the bloody hell up and answer another question, Paul!

PAUL: George being a vampire? Can't say I haven't thought of it…

GEORGE: What the…

JOHN: …FUCK?!

PAUL: Nah, just kidding… Or not…?

RINGO: Anyway, I want Princess Paulie to explain us, or at least me, what the hell is Winx Club.

PAUL: It's a… I mean… I don't know!

GEORGE: I'm sure you do! It sounds like something girly like you!

PAUL: I'm not girly… I'm just a tidy boy.

Q: I'm sure we all know, Paul! And I'm also sure you're in the mood to answer another fan letter!

"dear beatles!
dear paul!.:)(it's 'cause you are muy favorite! (i love the others to)
now i have some questions...
1.- what will happen if Eppy come to an interview and see you accting like! all queer?
he's going to follow the joke? (i¡m not sure if it's joke, but i love the maclennon /john it's a fucking fantastic bastard!) he's going o get mad or he's going to just ingnore it ?
2.- what happen with you father paul? he's goingo to me be happy with your relation with john?
3.- hey george, i really love you ..marry me? xD)
4.- and ringo if paul and john pay a plastic surgery for your nose, you will to accept?(don't get mad i love Your nose,! and all you )
with love ale"

PAUL: Am I your favorite? Aww, I'm John's favorite too!

JOHN: I have my reasons…

PAUL: Eppy… Eppy… poor lad… We drive him nuts.

GEORGE: I don't think he would be surprised or anything, and he would like to follow…

JOHN: He'd be really proud!

RINGO: Maybe we should find out?

PAUL: McLennon, eh? We have a couple name, Johnny!

JOHN: We should have a McLennon fan club too! Not that silly Ringo's nose club…Oh, and by the way, I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME A FUCKING FANTASTIC BASTARD!

PAUL: My dad? Emm… Long time since we don't talk…

GEORGE: Hello Jim, if you're watching this, say hi to Mike!

PAUL: I don't think he'd be too happy… But anyway, I earn my own money so I decide what to do with my life.

GEORGE: Another marriage proposal! But I'm sorry love, already have a girlfriend…

RINGO: Weren't you engaged with me?

GEORGE: Uh….

RINGO: AND NO, I WOULD NOT ACCEPT IT, BECAUSE I LIKE MY NOSE THE WAY IT IS!

JOHN: And I wouldn't pay for that either, because then I wouldn't make fun of it… Unless they'd turn his nose into an even worse mess.

PAUL: A nose uglier than Ringo's? I doubt…

RINGO: Shut up, chipmunk!

GEORGE: I'm hungry but I forgot to bring food…

PAUL: I don't want to know anything about food… I have puked three times today and I feel a little dizzy.

GEORGE: ARE YOU PREGNANT?!

PAUL: That's biologically impossible!

RINGO: It's not! You're a female who enrolls sexual relations with males. Have you been checking your cycle?

PAUL: Males? Didn't you say I'm lesbian?

JOHN: What on Earth?!

PAUL: I only have intercourse with Joanna…

GEORGE: …And Jane Asher.

RINGO: Miss Asher, you can join the homosexual club whenever you want!

JOHN: Joanna?! No fucking way! The female jokes are only for Paul!

PAUL: Now we're both lesbian girls, how does that sound?

GEORGE: Like my tummy when I'm hungry.

Q: I think we should end this interview right here…

JOHN: WAIT! IT WAS ALL JOKING,OK? WE WERE JUST JOKING!

PAUL: JANE'S GOING TO KILL ME!

JOHN: CYN IS GOING TO KILL ME!

PAUL: WHAT WILL WE DO?

RINGO: … Do you have the menstruation?

JOHN: SHUT UP BEFORE I KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!


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