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What they would do.
John: *would live in an underground bunker with the other three Beatles and would live off nothing but baked beans, reading his favorite books countless times*
Paul: *would talk nonstop because he doesn't like to read and would complain continuously because he doesn't like beans*
George: *would be perfectly fine because beans are food and he's a fan of any food, and living in an underground bunker is perfect for meditation*
Ringo: *would play with his stuffed octopus and build Legos*
What they would say.
John: Well, I finished the Sherlock Holmes books AGAIN. Now let's see what else I've got on the bookshelf. *walks over and promptly steps on a Lego* Cheese and rice, Ringo! This is like having a five-year-old!
Ringo: I am a grown man!
John: Grown men don't play with octopus toys and build Legos! *stoops and picks up one of Ringo's block creations* What in God's name is this supposed to be?
Paul: *peers at it* Looks like a zombie.
George: *one eye snaps open* *hisses* Paul. You're not supposed to say the Z-word. If you say it, they'll come.
John: *clearly amused, hands the zombie Lego back to Ringo* Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Paul: *shrieks* WHAT?!?
George: *sighs and goes back to meditating*
John: It's a book. By Ray Bradbury.
Paul: *blank expression* Reading is stupid.
Ringo: Who's Ray Bradbury?
John: A literary genius. He also wrote Fahrenheit 451.
Paul: *shrieks again* FIRE?!?
George: *mutters* I'm surprised he knew that was the temperature of fire.
Paul: This apocalypse thing is stupid. I want to go outside.
John: *pulls book off bookshelf* Be my guest, but don't expect to live.
Paul: *shrieks yet again*
George: It's getting hard to meditate like this.
Ringo: *clutches octopus to chest* How long are we going to be down here, exactly?
John: *opens book* Roughly how long it generally takes for an apocalypse to last.
George: *flatly* Then forever.
Paul: *shrieks*
Ringo: *plugs ears*
John: Paul, for crying out loud, will you stop sceaming?
Paul: What else am I supposed to do with my time if I'm trapped down here with you imbeciles for the rest of my life?
John: Reading passes the time.
Paul: I'm not reading something called Wicked Something Way This Comes.
George: That is so twisted around.
Paul: Whatever. I don't want to read Bray Raspberry either.
George: That was clearly intentional. There's no way someone can mess it up that badly.
Ringo: Can we all stop fighting?
John, Paul, and George: No.
Ringo: Let's talk about something else.
John: Right. Let's talk about how cool zombies are.
Paul: *shrieks*
George: John, give me your gun.
John: *hands it to him* What are you doing? Shooting him or yourself?
George: That's what I'm trying to decide.
Ringo: *hides under table* Mr. Octopus, we'll make it through this. We're the only sane people here.
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