Me and my sister have Hamlet practically memorized, and often make esoteric references to it in public (when setting up the miniature picket fence around our Christmas tree, I said "My fence is rank, and stinks to the heavens...). On with the storytelling! And for this relief much thanks--as for the ghost of Castle Mudcat--HA HA OLD MOLE! Thou art a scholar, Caitrin, speak to it! 'Tis there! 'Tis there! 'Tis gone. Mmm, I'm getting nice and warm! I only wish the ice on this too too sullied flesh would melt. SWEAR!!!!

--Mbo