Carsomyr Talking to Himself

[Carsomyr]

Let's revisit this thread when we we're drunk, shall we?

Fixed it for ya...

 

[Carsomyr]

Fixed it for ya...

Ah what the hell... You only live once!

 

[c7_assassin]

"Cars has completely come unhinged from reality...I will provide more information as th situation develops..."

 

[Carsomyr]

I say, it's time to bump this thread! I has a bored!

 

[Adam West]

I've got my eyes on you, Swede, and I don't like what you're doing one bit! 😡

 

[Carsomyr]

Mayor West... What do I owe this visit? 😱

 

[Adam West]

I'm bored too, Swede. Entertain me, damn it!

 

[Carsomyr]

Mayor West... I have an idea; how about we entertain EACH OTHER, by playing out the entire first act of Macbeth? 😀

 

[Artoo]

*watches intently*

 

[Adam West]

GAH! That play is cursed, you idiot! What if we die?

 

[Carsomyr]

*watches intently*

😀

GAH! That play is cursed, you idiot! What if we die?

Don't worry, Mayor. We have a spectator now. If something happens to him, we'll quit!

 

[Adam West]

Very well, Swede. Let's do it!

 

[Carsomyr]

The Tragedy of Macbeth
Act 1, Scene 1​

"Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches"

First Witch:
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

 

[Adam West]

Second Witch:
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

 

[Carsomyr]

Third Witch:
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch:
Where the place?



(Hey, why do I have to be TWO witches?)

 

[Adam West]

Just shut up, will you? You're ruining the mood!

*ahem*

Second Witch:
Upon the heath.

 

[Carsomyr]

Third Witch:
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch:
I come, Graymalkin!

 

[Adam West]

Second Witch:
Paddock calls.

 

[Carsomyr]

Third Witch:
Anon.



(lol, Anon...)

 

[Adam West]

Second Witch:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

 

[Carsomyr]

First and Third Witch:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.




Exeunt

 

[Adam West]

The Tragedy of Macbeth
Act 1, Scene 2​

DUNCAN:
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

MALCOLM:
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.

 

[Carsomyr]

Sergeant:
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's *****: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

 

[Adam West]

DUNCAN:
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

 

[Carsomyr]

Sergeant:
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.