queen: Freddie brian john and Roger.
freddie: ROGER GET OUT THE CUPBOARD NOW!!!!!!!!!!
roger: NO
roger: NOT
roger: UNTIL
roger: YOU
roger: PUT
roger: I'M IN LOVE WITH MY CAR
roger: ON
roger: THE
roger: B SIDE OF
roger: BOHEMIAN
roger: RHAPSODY
john: was it really necessary to lock urself in a cupboard tho.
roger: YES
brian: NO
john: calm down children.
freddie: JOHN YOUR THE YOUNGEST OUT OF ALL OF US
john: *you're
freddie: don't go there deacon!
john: I just did tho.
freddie: I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RUN INTO YOUR ROOM AND SLAP U IF U DON'T SHUT UP THIS INSTANT!
brian: anyway, Roger please get out of the cupboard
roger: MY SONG GOES ON THE B SIDE OTHERWISE I WILL STAY IN THE CUPBOARD UNTIL I DIE
freddie: NO THE SONG SUCKS
brian: can everyone please calm down. I'm sure there is a better way to negotiate this than sending angry texts to each other and one of us locking themselves in a cupboard.
freddie: THERE ISN'T
john: I agree with Brian this argument is pathetic.
brian: Roger I will sell your car to the local dealer and spend the money on my clothes if you don't get out of the cupboard within the next minute. Freddie agree to put the song on the b side or I will burn the piano on a bonfire.
roger: you wouldn't
brian: I will
freddie: FINE
roger: YESSSSSSS
roger has exited the cupboard
john: I can have peace and quiet now!