John offered Paul some tea. While he was simmering up the tea kettle, Paul brought out a bag of Marijuana from his coat pocket.

Smirking, he rolled up a joint and lit its end with a lighter. John was in the kitchen and wasn't paying much attention to what his friend was doing. He just thought he was being typical McCharmly.

"Here you go, 'Ma-- Give me some you twat!"

Paul laughed, eyes reddened from the cannabis substance.

"Go ahead and 'ave some."