Who will Gru be tonight?
Hamlet being called Macbeth be like
Hamlet wanting revenge: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
A Midsummer Night’s Nothing
Proper fucking shitpost.
It was actually Hamlet (source: I was there)
Is this existential angst what caused his winter of discontent?
Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Macbeth.
Sorry, what was the question?
Cheat code: be unobservable.
Instructions unclear: currently in a superposition of both alive and dead while trapped within a box
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Not everyone is existential/depressed/concerned about their impact in the world enough for it, though. Do you think the Trumps and Musks of the world have ever asked themselves that question? They should be the first ones considering the rope!
