"Listen, Freddie, he's still trying to retrieve the jacket, ok?" You tried to calm him down, but it seems like trying to separate the Gallager brothers in a brawl. Whew.

"Elle (hehe), look, why do you keep on trying to stick up for him? He's a villan!"

"Am not!" Argh! Like you could be bothered. Then, you came up with a plan. Ahh! "Guys, I've got something for you here!" You pulled something from under the chair. Yes, you guessed it. It was a game of Scrabble! Hurrah!

All the guys sat down for a few hours and concentrated on a game of Scrabble. Alas, your work was done. The group was in peace again... but for how long?

Congrats! They didn't break up after all!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Argh! Freddie was ready for attack!

OK, despite how kitten-like Freddie may appear, he can be quite viscious in a fight. In full view of this, Roger tugged your sleeve and you ran through the faculty to the nearest fire escape. It was a death-defying act. Rog was quite nervous, although he always seemed to be the one who always kept his cool. You led the way, he was trending not far behind. You heard a stammering from above you! Freddie was chasing the both of you!

"Hurry, hurry for the love of god please!"

Roger repeated to you. You rapidly approached the bottom of the unsturdy stairs. You were in a dingy side alley. Freddie was fast approaching.

"Where to now, Roger?"

He paused for a moment; then pointed at the London night-life to the right of us. "We'll catch a taxi. He surely can't catch us then!" We ran out to the street, running and flinging our hands everywhere. There were no taxis stopping for us! Freddie was not far behind either! Our breathing became more intense. "We'll cross here." You tell Roger.

The both of you frantically cross the road to Trafalgar Square. The orange street lights casted shadows onto the cracked footpath. Argh! You ran past the lions.. Roger said hastily "Quick, into the fountain!" You suddenly stopped. You wondered if it had anything to do with the white t-shirt you were wearing. "Come on.. We don't have much time." You smirk at him.
"Listen, I'll stand here and you can jump in the fountain." He smiles suddenly. "There are no cops around, we won't get caught... jumping in the fountain." Freddie's stompings become louder then he grinds to a dead hault. He looks at the both of you. "Why have you stopped?" He says, breathlessly.
Without hesitation, the both of you pick Freddie up by the knees and dunk him in, then you both proceed to dive in after him.

Woohoo! You're the winner in the end!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Without hesitation you ran off through the corridors. You heard light footsteps behind you. It took you a while to turn around and realise who it was. John was pacing up from behind you! He eventually slowed you down and got you talking. The both of you went for coffee and never returned.

Not too bad, huh?
PS The band didn't break up. However, John left the group and became a hussy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"Do you mind if I give you some advice, Fred?" You ask the distraughted lead singer. "Purely on a fan basis, of course."

He pouted his lips. "Go on then. You ruined my band, career, gig, jacket and my social life, you might as well kill this too." Harsh.

"Well, I think, and this is purely only on a thought basis, that because you move a lot on stage that you might want to... um," You begin to stumble. You sound like a fool, I know. "Kind of, detact the bottom of your microphone stand. And kind of, swing it around a bit. You know, if you want."

Freddie, after scary thought, smiled and gave you a big hug. Yay, he didn't get you after all, not only that, you started the sawn off microphone trend!

Your life as been saved!