ITT, we speak Shakespearian...if that's a word.

[V]

POSTEH IN THY THREDETH, IF YE DARE.

[demonprince]

IMMAH SELLENETH MY DSETH

[fox127]

Thou Swashbuckling clod of dirt

wtf was that?


suicide;

[LCK]

AND TOO SOON MARR'D ARE THOSE SO EARLY MADE
THE EARTH HATH SWALLOW'D ALL MY HOPES BUT SHE
SHE IS THE HOPEFUL LADY OF MY EARTH
BUT WOO HER, GENTLE PARIS, GET HER HEART

[Samus Aran]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

[Wrench]

FUCKETH THOU!

[V]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

[V]

FUCKETH THOU!

NO, YE

[Samus Aran]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY  

[Wrench]

FUCKETH THOU!

NO, YE

I lol'd...eth  sweat;

[fox127]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

I never finished 1984, but it was a good book. I feel pathetic for not finishing it

[V]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY  

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? 

[Samus Aran]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY  

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.

DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? 

[demonprince]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY 

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.

DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? 

I do bite thy thumb at the!

[V]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY  

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.

DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? 

DO YOU THINK I AM EASIER TO BE PLAYED ON THAN A PIPE?