john lennon strolls up the stairs to his New York apartment, seemingly without a care in the world, bread in one hand, milk in another, New York Times beneath his arm, the tune, 'she loves you yeah yeah yeah, she loves you yeah..' being whistled softly by his lips.
he opens the door
'yoko, i'm back'
'oh hey john'
'so did you get everyth....woah....yoko...what's all this'
'just like you asked me john'
the camera pans round to see what has given john such a shock
where once yoko had a head of jet black hair, there is now only a crude from of dreadlock, but instead of hair, stringy lengths of little green balls.
the bed also also been greened up...the same little balls covering the large double until the sight of white sheets has been banished.
john puffs out his cheeks and softly shakes his head
'not peas yoko......PEACE'
john turns to camera and gives a 'what am i gonna do with her' style tut and lift of the eyes.