( video; english )

[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. ]

Comments

that or he's on honesty candy and it does nothing.

[kongeriget]

He's a pretty cool guy!

honesty candy is too hard for america because he's too clueless

[starspangledhero]

'Tis true.
As Hamlet had Horatio, I hath Klaus.
Though I know him not in life,
friendship came in death.

[kongeriget]

That was deep…

[starspangledhero]

'Tis an effect of this curse-
But wit and fair words art not just payment
for being distraught as I am-
as the curse hath made me!

I weepeth.



Sobeth.

[kongeriget]

Cheer up!

[starspangledhero]

Wherefore?

I reacheth, but I fall
and the stars art nighted.

[kongeriget]

I know that play, too! Go eat more candy, since that's what's causing all this!

[starspangledhero]

Aha! So the candy 'tis that that beshrews me!

O, happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die!

...Er, let thee die!

[ stabbing the candy with a steak knife. ]