Literature
When You Say Nothing At All
"Well boys, you've done it again."
Brian Epstien was pacing back and forth in a very posh hotel room, that had a not very clean kitchen. There where orange smudges all over the walls, crushed blueberries on the floor, and there was a frying pan in the open freezer. A gooey substance was dripping from the celing, dripping onto the four boys sitting in the middle of all the mess.
"We didn't mean to, Brian. We just wanted pancakes." said Ringo, his droopy face covered in rainbow corlored smudges
"Then what the hell is the orange stuff? You know what, never-mind. You, Lennon" he said, pointing at guitarist. "Clean this stuff up. Ringo, George,
