Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my dog. Why, all the boys in game themselves forswear, so the season for your own ladies and entreat him to a peace: he hath confessed: away with the rest. Your time's expired: either expound now, or was so frail to change true rules for old inventions.
speak again!
created by scott camac martin