WRETCHED PAUL: My perrier is too warm. You awful shit. I ask for caviar and I get roe paste from Ikea? I've been shanghaied onto barges fed me better than this rubbish. I'm going to shit on a baby POLITE, HELPFUL RINGO: No complaints about me feed. Oats is better dry I always say
my job? Zookeeper for the remaining Beatles. Sounds great, right, but I'm on Paul and he's just the worst. The man simply needs too many pictures of range rovers to stop throwing his feces at guests. Meanwhile those smug bastards in the Ringo team keep bragging about how docile and cooperative he is