Would they deliver to Zombie Shakespeare??
Is he the one who wrote “To be dead, or not to be dead”?
I remember him more for “Wherefore art thy brainsssssss, dear Romeo,” don’t you?
Or “Oh that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew”?
Just as long as someone’s head gets split open, amIright?
Urr, Braaaaains?
Are all you peoples Braaaaaaiiiinnnniiiiiaaaaccccsss?
Well, it beats liver, doesn’t it?
Are you gonna eat that spleen?
“Is this the Hannibal Lechter diet?”
Do you prefer it fresh or slightly rotten?
Or maybe pleasantly putrid?
Or flavorfully fetid?
Or gourmetly gamy?
Or righteously rancid?
Or yummily yucky?
Or alliteratively angst-ridden?
Or fabulously foul?
Or poetically perverse?
Is this thread dead?