A: Knock on the door.
I wouldn't fit through the door.
When it's ajar.
When they're on their backs, they're screwed.
A: They're both empty from the neck up.
Knock on the hatch.
Because freedom rings.
She screamed and screamed until her hands turned blue.
Cinco.
John: revolution Paul: forgiveness George: true love Ringo: hmm, a submarine or maybe an octopus
Derive, derive, derive!