Horatio: A predisposition to ditch my duties, my good dude.
Hamlet: Nor shall you make me believe
Sir, I know you are no slacker .
But, straight up, why are you really in Elsinor?
Horatio: My good dude, I came to see your father's funeral.
Hamlet: Oh, I prithee don't roast me, fellow goon,
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Horatio: Indeed, my dude, it was a double whammy for sure.
Hamlet: Stingy, Stingy, Horatio, the funeral roast
Did furnish forth the sloppy seconds at the marriage tables.
Would I had met my WOAT op in heaven
Ere ever we link , Horatio.
O my father, my father! Methinks I see that guy.
Horatio: Gagged! Where, my dude?
Hamlet: Foo , in my mind's eye, Horatio.
Horatio: I saw him once, he was serving Julius Ceasar king type beat .
Hamlet: He was a legend, for all his BS,
I shall not look upon the GOAT again. Et tu Brute?
Horatio: My dude, I think I peeped him yesternight,
Horatio: The man, the myth, the GOAT: your father.
Hamlet: GAGGED! The King my father? Are you fr ?
Horatio: Cease your glazing
With an attentive ear, listen, stg I saw him,
They'll prove I'm not capping.
Hamlet: For
God's love, speak on that.
Horatio: Two nights together had these goons ,
Marce and Barno, on their Call of Duty,
In the
dead, vast, graveyard shift time
.
Been thus spooked by a Father Figure
,
Staying strapped , exactly cap-à-pie,
Spawned
before them thrice, he walks
Before their tweaking, beta eyes