The lads was running, fast like, because all them crazy girls with the screaming was chasing after them down the street. John Lennon was out in front, leadin' the whole lot of them, but his eye kept twitching because some bloke on the pavement had told him his collar was twisted proper wrong. John had stopped dead, given the bloke a proper terrifying stare, walked two steps, stopped again to glare back with proper fury, and then kept running while grumbling about how everyone was trying to ruin his bloody life. Right behind him was Paul McCartney, looking all gentle and serious-like but yelling something completely mental like, “Cor blimey, me boots is fair clemmed, can't rightly reckon the road no more, mate!" His British words was so broken up and twisted that nobody had a blooming clue what he was actually on about, though he looked quite nice saying it. Meanwhile, George Harrison just ran proper quiet, not saying a single word, just looking dead serious and thinking about his own business while his legs did the work. They finally nipped inside a big old train station to hide from the massive crowd, breathing heavy and trying to look normal. Ringo Starr stood there looking completely dynb and proper stupid, blinking his big eyes like a lost puppy what didn't know where it was, which made him look right cute to anyone passing by. But then he opened his mouth and this proper deep, clever, and booming voice came out, sounding like a wise old philosopher bloke: “Innits a rum do, lads, when the road we walks is paved with the heavy stones of tribulations, right?" John immediately got proper annoyed by this and shouted, "Shut yer face, Ringo, ya absolute doughnut! I’m trying to spot some fit birds over by the tea stall!" True to form, John was already chasing after two girls by the luggage rack, completely forgetting they was supposed to be hiding from a riot, while Paul just nodded seriously and mumbled some more completely broken nonsense like, "Right garrit, John, don't go losing the apple cart in the pond, innit." By the time they got onto the actual train, the trouble hadn't stopped one bit because everything was completely chaotic. John was still fuming because a lady in the carriage told him he had a bit of fluff on his sleeve, making him stop, stare her down for a full minute, walk away, and then look back to stare again with pure rage. George just sat in the corner, totally silent and serious, ignoring the madness while Paul tried to explain the train timetable to a conductor using words that weren't even real English, sounding like a radio with bad signal. Ringo just sat there looking cute and completely clueless, dropping a heavy bit of wisdom in his deep voice every now and then while the rest of the band just tried to figure out where they was actually supposed to be going.