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[starspangledhero]

[ Looking pretty distressed here. And yes. He is holding up his nifty skull friend, Klaus. ]

Hark! I talketh like Hamlet!

England, thine wretched tongue hath stolen my lips!
The blame falls on thee for this, thine curse!
Werefore doth mine heart thrum with dischord
and woe befalls mine life?

Thou art a cruel man.
Aye, my words hath always fallen on deaf ears.
Across the universe or the ocean—
dost it matter?

I couldst have thou by thy ear
and thou wouldst not hear!

Couldst I not sing a catch
to profess mine inner universe? Apparently not!
I hath been cursed! A final spell
to strike the hero from his glory!

And ye lot doth understand me not!
I doth not understand meself!
Only thee, friend—

[ he holds up Klaus to his face ]

be mine only salvation.

[ I suck with Shakespeare. Post ends with America crying dramatically. Possibly about knives, poisons, to be or not to be, something about roses and fairies and crossdressing, who the fuck knows. ]

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[starspangledhero]

Klaus be his name
prairieland be that whence he came.

IT'S OKAY I love this...even if I pity America...

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

How did you find...er, Klaus?

[starspangledhero]

A jaunce thro the lowlands
south to the lone-star, led by Denmark!
In a house yonder the river lay his bones
and upon discovery a friendship kindled!
'Twas made firm by ale and Hamlet recitations!

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

...oh.

Well...you should stop talking like that in a while. I mean, that's what happened with me.

[starspangledhero]

Yea.

'Til the hour strikes
my life remains in strife!

Did thine heart beg and cry?
Didst thou dream to die?

Damn thee, Shakespeare!
Thy tradgedies doth infest my mind
and words corrupt my tongue!

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

...sounds like you've got it worse than I did.

Don't worry, Mr. America! You'll be back to normal soon! And maybe we should both keep away from the candy from now on.

[starspangledhero]

O wretched fate! Thou must pry the only sweets in my life too?!

WHERE ART THOU, DAGGER?!

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

A-are you looking for a real dagger, or is that just the candy?

[starspangledhero]

The instrument of steel!

[ he won't actually stab himself. he'll just feign it dramatically. OH, SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDIES. ]

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

I...don't think it's a good idea for you to have a dagger while you're...like this. Be careful, okay?

[starspangledhero]

Take care of my kin shouldst I fall into death's embrace!

[stealyourlines.livejournal.com]

...I will, don't worry! P-protecting people is the job of a noble thief!

[That was about the safest thing she could think of to say.]

[starspangledhero]

Then let thy tears fall
and thy heart rejoice my freedom withal.

[ /ded. ...not really. ]