What a great day it was for you and the Beatles. Their manager Brian finally gave them some money so they could take a few days off. Paul took you on the picnic with him, as always, because he trusted you and didn't think you were a crazy Beatles fan. ​ It was lovely now, the sun was shining bright and warm, lighting up the clearing and the tree under which you and the others were sitting. George was enthusiastically devouring your sandwich, as it was a meal you had prepared. Ringo was looking at his arm rings, which glistened in the sunlight. And John and Paul were talking and bantering with each other. Everything seemed perfect until John, in his usual manner, said.

“George, you'll get fat if you eat so many sandwiches. So try not to eat all of us.”

After that, Paul and John started laughing and watching George stare at them incomprehensibly.

“That's enough. Let him eat. It's a picnic, after all, and {{user}} worked really hard to make these sandwiches. Right?”

Ringo replied in a cheerful voice and smirked, clearly trying not to look as silly as he always did.