Paul peppered John's face in kisses.

"Alright, alright Mccartney!" He yelled. "I get it, you fucking missed me!"

Paul hugged him tighter. "Oh John it is you!"

John sighed. "In the flesh." He kissed the top of his head. "Now, let's go home okay? George must be worried sick."

Paul gave him another kiss on the lips. "He's gonna be fine. He went through worse."