John sighed. Boredom seemed to be readily apparent to the bassist of The Who. Possibly by staring at the ceiling long enough, he could summon the aliens from Neptune to come and rescue him.
"JOHN!!!!" Pete's voice sadly snapped John back to reality. "Play or I'll murder ya!"
"Wotever..." John tried his hardest to block the annoying guitarist out of his mind. His math teacher in public school had certainly taught him how to do that. "Please be a nice person, and sod off."
"SOD OFF?!?!?!"
John cracked a slight smirk as he remembered Pete's "disorder" to repeat everything in a loud and accusing tone. "Yes, and please do it quickly."
"QUICKLY?!?!?!"
John adored the results of his testing.
Roger and Keith were holding back their laughter, though with much difficulty.
"WOT'RE YOU TWO LAUGHING ABOUT?!?!?!"
That set Rog and Keith laughing out loud.
"See wot you've down? We can't record now!" said John matter-of-factly.
"CAN'T RECORD NOW?!?!?!"