Forsooth, McBeth,
Me thinkest thou hast ambitons that exceedeth your Kingdom of Tiger, in
Dunsinane. If thou proceedeth on thy foul quest for POWER, 'tis certain that
good Lady McBeth will never get those grease stains from her lovely hands. She
will wander the castle and stables bemoaning her condition.
'Tis best, methinks, to listen to the three wise old cooks, stirring their pot:
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Mcbeth.
Mcbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Thus, the threat of the unknown, the evil chants of the naysayers, and the fears
of the unknown, doest make cowards of us all. Stay thy hand from the evil
dismemberment of the Corpus Tigress. No good comes from such evil intent.
Oh yes, beware of freinds, espicially those you've killed in your mad pursuit,
and above all --
-Stay out of the evil Birnam Woods - They have an enchanted "Little Deuce Coupe"
residing there that will eat your lunch.
{9->
Steve
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Steve Laifman < One first kiss, >
B9472289 < one first love, and >
< one first win, is all >
< you get in this life. >
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