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One day, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, and John Paul Jones were strolling down the street.

"They're all talking about us doing a tour after this show", John commented.

"You know", Jimmy said, "we could make a lot of people really happy. I mean, look at us! I'm Jimmy Page, you're Robert Plant, you're…" he turned to John, "a bass player… but I mean, we're Led Zeppelin, for chrissakes!"

"Nuh uh! We're too ooold", Robert whined, "I say no tour!"

"Robert, you know we can still bring the Keith Richards Everlasting Serum for your hair along with us," John said, "so that's no excuse."

"BLOODY HELL!" Jimmy screamed, "my finger!" A piano had suddenly fallen from the sky and brutally smashed Jimmy's precious pinky.

"Oh dear god!" John cried, rushing to Jimmy's side. "Robert, quick! Find a pay phone and call 911!"

"Eh," Robert shrugged and went off in search for a phone.

"Excuse me, will you excuse me…" Robert said, pushing through the crowd of people. "Has anybody seen a phone? I'm just trying to find a phone… Where's that confounded phone?"

After finding a pay phone, Robert returned to Jimmy and John.

"Did you find a phone?" John asked.

"YEOOOOOOW!" Jimmy yelped in pain.

"Yeah," Robert said.

"Did you call 911?" John asked.

"No."

"What? Why the hell not?"

Robert shrugged. "No quarter."