(when John has a lit match)
Brian: well that’s not ideal, but *goes back to reading*
(when Freddie has a lit match)
Brian: *sighs and closes his book* Fred, NO-
(when Roger has a lit match)
*Brian and Roger are both screaming*

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(when John has a lit match)
Brian: well that’s not ideal, but *goes back to reading*
(when Freddie has a lit match)
Brian: *sighs and closes his book* Fred, NO-
(when Roger has a lit match)
*Brian and Roger are both screaming*
Deaky: Mum!
Roger: Mother!
Freddie: Mama!
Deaky: Mother Dearest-
Brian: WHAT DO YOU WANT
Queen and BoRhap and Oreos
Brian: *dunks the Oreo in milk*
Freddie: *takes it apart and eats the cookie and then the frosting*
Deaky: *eats only the frosting and puts the cookie back in the package*
Roger: *shovels 4 Oreos in his mouth at once while chugging milk*
Rami: *eats the Oreos plain*
Gwil: *eats only the cookie*
Ben: *takes the Oreos apart and makes a giant mega Oreo*
Joe: *consumes each and every flavor of Oreo known to man*
@cheesebunz thoughts on Oreo consumption?
Miami, walking into the studio: can someone explain why there’s a small fire in the corner, John’s bleeding, and one of Brian’s guitars is smashed???
Roger, holding several snapped drumsticks with one of them being lit: we played Uno and Freddie won
Freddie: *covering Deaky’s eyes during a spicy scene in a movie*
Deaky: … I’m 23 years old, Freddie
Freddie: and??? That doesn’t make you any less my child. Don’t look, it’s not over yet—
Roger, running with scissors: GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD
Deaky, running away screaming: LEAVE ME AND MY HAIR ALONEEEEE
Brian, chasing a herd of badgers: LET ME LOVE YOU
Brian, walking in: hey, you guys know where Roger is? John: um- Freddie: well Brian: *explosion in the distance* Roger: *runs by wielding a knife* Brian: wuh-what—ROGER NO Brian: PUT IT DOWN Brian: PUT THE KNIFE DOWN NOW