It had been a very long day for John Alec Entwistle. His bandmate Pete Townshend's hissy-fits were starting to get really old, really quickly. But that wasn't all. Stuck-up singer Roger Daltrey was usually the cause of Pete's fits, and the session never ended until someone had been punched out by Rog. And don't even get John started on the "British Patent Exploding Drummer", Keith Moon. John had more than a few times been annoyed by the little bugger. "John, watch this!" was the cry he dreaded to hear, because it meant that Keith was about to or in the process of destroying something, of any or all value.
But now John was home. Away from all the craziness. He sighed, thankful for the peace.
He walked into his kitchen, rummaged through the drawers, looking for his stress reliever. Where had he put it last? It couldn't have gone far. He had used it just the other day!
John opened up the refrigerator, and grinned.
The pie!