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Through the wonders of modern AI, we have now obtained an exclusive interview with the late John Ono (Winston) Lennon.
Don’t say we never did nuthin’ for ya.
What is your first name (this is John talking with his fingers)
> rain
You don’t need anyone to tell you who you are, rain.
> No, I don’t. Can I ask you a question?
I’ll have to talk to Ringo and see how he feels. Rain , let’s change the subject.
> What do you think of Yoko suing Nixon’s lawyer?
Yoko suing nixons lawyer ? yoko suing nixons lawyer would have the final say.
> What will she say?
Is that a rhetorical question?
> No. Why do you always let Yoko have the final say?
I don’t know about that, mate. Only in the mornings.
> Is she going to win?
I don’t know about that, mate.
> Yes, you do.
That is why I am always on about peace, you see. Seven days.













I’m sorry, bot did you say?
Operative word, “possibly.”
I dunno; it’s creepily like his books and heroin-infused conversations. I’m checking back in seven days, I’ll tell you that!
Yes, but will it be putting out a Christmas album?
I’ll try to remember to ask it. Just as long as it doesn’t expect me to listen to Yoko’s vocals, we’ll get along fine.