Hamlet had set up a play to be performed at Elsinore last night. It had interested me at first, but to my ultimate horror, the play had depicted the plot of events that haunt my soul. He's mad, mad I say! Yet, truth lies within that completely messed up head of his. It couldn't be by chance that he had this particular play performed for my Queen, my buds, and myself. He is up to something... and I'm gonna find out what that something is. He is going to speek with his mother at this very moment. Something must be done.
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