In Which Bobby And Sir Paul Reach A New Level Of Friendship, And, Finding That Level Defended, Fulfill Dreams Of Nerds Multitudinous In Varieties

“Bob, this is simply intolerable.”

“Oh, are we still doing this?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Listen, Ser Pounce–

“Close.”

“–you just have to go with what’s going. It’s what you call a process, right? I mean, you’ve got the event, right? But there’s the simultaneous journey through the event, in fact there are multiple journeys. In the quiet aftermath, we sum up those journeys, discarding the ones that don’t fit the narrative, and label what happened ‘the event.’ But, you know: it’s just people living their lives.”

“Well, that was rather nice, Bob.”

“Yeah, sure. Didn’t think it was gonna be at first, but it turned out all right.”

“Kind of like our friendship, Bob.”

“Uh-huh. We should be best friends.”

“I’d like that so much.”

“How could you do this to me, Bobby!”

“I thought I was your best friend, Bobby!”

“Aw, Jimi, don’t be this way.”

“You broke Jimi’s heart, baby! I was grateful for our friendship, but now it’s dead, man! You are not groovy!”

“I am so groovy.”

“No, Bobby. You used to be groovy, but you’re a backstabber, man. You’re a jive turkey!”

…

“Would you say ‘jive turkey?'”

“It didn’t sound right, man.”

“Yeah, no. You have any thoughts, Sir?”

“It jarred the ear a bit. Hey, Jimi!”

“Hi, Yoko.”

“Oh, COME ON! You were dead before John even met her! Bob, I have had enough of this and want to go home immediately.”

“You don’t wanna jam with Jimi and me a little bit?”

…

“That would be something, huh?”

“That would be an event, yeah.”

“We need a drummer, Bob.”

“I SHALL RULE THE DRUM THRONE WITH AN IRON FIST, WITH MY SON BY MY SIDE.”

“Nope! I want to go home.”

“YOU WILL GO NOWHERE, YOKO. LET’S TRY DAYTRIPPER.”

“I truly regret becoming a part of this, Bob.”

“You should have heard Anderson Cooper whine.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”