*Fortinbras's F-35 releases GPS-guided bombs, Elsinore explodes*

Yes, but to appease modern sensibilities, in Hamlet the Ghost will be upgraded to a zombie.

German corporal, not general.

…hrrrm…

I mean, no offense, but you got a shitty job, you’re not
quite as tall as me, nobody really respects you. You have me on the other hand.
I got the glory, I got the fame, the money, the jewels, the cash, the Denali. Getting drunk on the reg, fucking good times on
the reg, yachts on the reg, sex on the reg… Basically all…

The whole series is going to turn out to be a heroin-induced hallucination suffered by an autistic child.

Boy, I really hope someone got fired for that blunder

MILPOOL PLAN
CAST NEEDS ERASES

You get all the fun of… sitting still, being quiet, writing down numbers, paying attention… Science has it all.

Long before the Superdome, where the Saints of football play, lived a city that the damned call home, hear their hellish Rondelet. New Orleans! Home of pirates, drunks and whores. New Orleans! Tacky, overpriced souvenir stores. If you wanna go to hell you should take that trip to the Sodom and Gomorrah on the…

Her?

Nod suggestively. Yes, six, count 'em, six gorgeous ladies justdying…for your leers and cat calls. Yowsa, yowsa.

*takes bite of sandwich, walks away from family dinner to go to whorehouse with brother*

Two More Bodies Surface in Springfield Harbor

Lighten up, Francis.

Super Nintendo Chalmers?

Monorail!

I'd go just for the musical numbers. "Is there a chance the track could bend?/Not on your life, my Hindu friend."

The bee bit my bottom! Now my bottom's big!

Meanwhile Krustophenia sits on the shelf!