Rick just stood in place; utterly in shock at the absolutely insane show of complete psychotic behavior demonstrated by absolutely everyone present except for himself. 

"Well, I've had about enough crazy for a few years." Rick said, and left the scene entirely. 

Rick walked down the street and into the bed and breakfast. Behind the counter was, of course, a big old hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. This now didn't surprise the massive man in the slightest. 

"I need a room." Rick said in a gruff voice.

The hermaphrodite spoke in a weird tone and only in lyrics from Beatles songs. "It's been a hard day's night." He/She said. "And I've been working like a dog."

Rick shrugged. "Uh--interesting--so about that room...."

The hermaphrodite smiled. "Sargent Pepper's Lonely!" He/She screamed, and pointed it's finger to a man in a sergeant's outfit. 

Rick looked back at the hideous creature. "So, uh, if I sit over there and talk to Sergeant Pepper, you'll let me have a room?" 

"I say, go go go!" The hermaphrodite screamed as it handed Rick a ticket. Rick shrugged and sat in the lobby with Sergeant Pepper. Soon, however, the Sergeant had looked out the window at the people Rick had met earlier, and was so disturbed he blew his brains out with a revolver, right there.

"Bloody Hell!" Rick screamed at the explosion. Next to him, the recently-deceased Pepper now slouched in his chair with only half his face left. Blood was all over the walls. Rick got a waiter to bring him the strongest beverage they had and started drinking. 

"What the hell is wrong with this town?" He asked himself. Sergeant Pepper's body slammed down onto the table.