Ringo: Right-o.
(The pair somehow forces the entranced & struggling John out the window and into the bush. Paul & Ringo shortly follow.)
John: We must feed the fire with our bodies, then we will become the fire!.. Fire, fire, fire, fire�
Paul: John! John, snap out of it!
(Punches John in the face)
John-�fire, we burn, WE BURN! fire, fire, fire, fire�
Ringo: I see only one solution. Let�s all kick his ass until he screams uncle and wakes up!
George: All right! A chance to beat the crap outta John!
(John lies prostrate on the ground, getting the daylights knocked out of him. He is no longer reciting the commands of the fire.)
Paul: George, you stupid jellybean-sucking drunkard! You�re kicking too hard!
(Blood starts coming from John�s mouth, and suddenly, without warning, he regains his senses.
John: Get�off�you�ow!�louts, or I swear I�ll kill you all!
Ringo: Stop guys! I SAID STOP! You okay now? No more Pyro John?
John: No more. Is the fire out yet?
Ringo: Naw, still burning strong. At least everyone is safe now, and that�s what counts, right?
(George pounds down on Ringo�s head with a clenched fist and burning eyes.)
George: No, that�s NOT what counts, you idjut! Do you know how much that flat costs, never mind the stuff in it?
John: Hey dumbshit, don�t hit Ringo!
George: Make me!
Paul: Don�t bother with him, John; he�s mine!
(Huge brawl ensues on the street, and the band is found by police, then taken to the nuthouse, because they are obviously INSANE...)
FIN!
Fire, fire, fire, fire�
