That was the first time he'd been called Ringo since his younger self wandered onto the scene. It was rather refreshing. "There's not much for me to discuss about meself. I was a sickly young boy who's father left him when he was young. Me stepfather gave me drums and that was the start of a long love affair with music. I was in a lot of bands when skiffle was the it thing and rather well respected by my peers. I joined the Beatles, was pushed aside to the background, didn't care one bit. I was happy just being a drummer. After the band broke up, I probably had the hardest time with me music career, but I managed to get a few hits out. John died, and that was bad. George died, that was worse. But, at least I was still talking to everyone in the end. I got involved with acting in between, narrating cartoons and being a conductor of talking trains. I met me wife Barbara, had a good life with her. Then, I was asked to announce a game and your men dragged me here." He sighed, sipping the spiked punch. "I never threw the punch away, you know. Just moved it to the kitchen."
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Richard = Apollo [god of music, justice and the sun]
Ringo = Cupid [demigod of love]
Eric = Orcus [god of the underworld and punisher of broken oaths]