freddie: *whispering to brian and deacy* we’ve got to get him out. brian, you wait beside the cupboard and i’ll be behind the kitchen door. and deacy, stay safe old boy.
john: i shouldn’t be exposed to this..
brian: is this actually gonna work? have you thought about the proportions or-
freddie: fuck the proportions, we need a crow bar and three therapists.
brian: good point. he’ll come out for a beer at least.
roger: *opens the cupboard door slightly and looks around*
freddie: *switches on the light* NOW, NOW!!
brain, freddie, john: *wrestle roger to the ground and tie him in a chair*
freddie: THE SONG ISN’T GOING ON THE B-SIDE! ITS A FUCKING CAR!!
roger: *closes eyes and sings to drown out the boys* THE MACHINEEEEE OF A DREAAAAM
brian: *struggling to hold roger down* i don’t think this is working.
roger: SUCH A CLEAN MACHINEEEE
john: look it’s been three days and we’ve done this twice already he ain’t listening.
roger: I’M IN LOVEEEE WITH MY CAAAARRRR
freddie: *pours coffee on roger*
freddie: good..good. it’s over.
brian, john: *look at each other anxiously*
roger: *looks around with his head down* WHEN I’M HOLDING YOUR WHEEEEEELLLL
freddie: right, where’s his maracas?