Fiends, morons, contrarymen, I come to salad Caesar not to braise him
I love this speech!
The devil batmen livers are far from home;
The goal is oft scored with their bones;
Let the poor Bard rest in peace, dude.
So lettuce eat with Caesar. The noble butters
Hath told you Caesar was delicious:
I can’t take any more, I’m going over the wall, man.
Fly you fools!
If it were salad, it was the grooviest food,
And grooviously hath Caesar saladed it.
Oh, death, where is thy sweet sting?
Hey, if I mount the rostra, will I be inspired too?
I’m afraid not little buddy, alas. It takes true inspiration to emote.
Bummer.
