I just...I don't know...you know?
That ending...
Woof
I mean, does EVERYBODY have to die?
EVERYBODY?
Well, it doesn't bother me
I'm Horatio
I mean, it sort of bothers me
That I don't get as many lines as Laertes
When I'm clearly a better character
But, whatever, I'm not the author
I'd have to be drunk wayyy more often
To be the author
I like the name change for Ophelia though
When we were calling her 'Expunga'
Although I liked it better when she moved to Switzerland
Instead of going crazy
And drowning herself
How do you drown yourself anyway?
Don't you just instinctively come up?
Like, your body fights to live, doesn't it?
I tried to drown a bag of kittens once
And they all kept popping out of the bag
And swimming back to shore
They were like super kittens
I finally just gave up
And left them in the pond swimming
They're probably still there
Oh hey, Richard! How are you?
...Did you see him in Henry?
Ugh...that was...ugh...
That play needed shorter acts and longer intermissions
By the end of it
I was ready to Ophelia myself
That still moved faster than this play though
I'll tell you that much
Are we only on the Gravedigger?
Are you kidding me?
I could have bled thirty patients by now
Oh yes, in my spare time
I dabble in medicine
It's sort of a hobby of mine
Great job out there Robert!
Could he milk that Ghost scene any more?
It's iambic pentameter
Not an iambic marathon
We should just cut the whole ghost thing
I mean, it's not like it's important
That whole scene could be some guy saying to Hamlet--
'Hey, I think your uncle killed your father'
Bang, twenty minutes off the play
You know what?
I could say it
I'm in that first scene anyway
Then we could add this whole layer to Horatio
About him playing both sides
And sleeping with Ophelia when Hamlet's not around
And maybe at the end
We find out that he goes to France
And goes on a series of adventures
That could be documented in a future play
...Just a suggestion
At this point, anything helps
I hope you're looking for another play to jump into, Simon
Because this play's going to close
Before we get to the bows
The theater is cruel, Simon
It's a cruel, cruel place
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