To be, or not to be. That is the question. (Well, I wonder what we aughta do bonehead.) Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outreageous fortune, (Somebody's done slung arrows at Mr. Nobler.) or to take arms against a sea of troubles. (Let's take some shotguns down to the beach.) To sleep, and by a sleep, we end the heartache. (I wish I could sleep, but I got really bad heartburn.) 'Tis a consumation devoutly wished. (In the words of the great ZZ Top, "I'm just lookin' for some tush." Git-R-Done.) Ay, there's the rub. (Lotion in a magazine. There's your rub right there.) For in what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil. (I got no idea.) There is the respect that makes calamity of so long life. (Pass. Go on to the next one.) Who with foils bear! (LOOK OUT! IT'S A FARTIN' BEAR!) To rot and sweat under willingness bear. (HE'S TRAPPED UNDER THE FARTIN' BEAR!) Then fly and bear others. (THE FARTIN' BEAR! HE CAN FLY! AND HE FLOWD OFF TO BE WITH OTHER FARTIN' BEARS! We have kicked the bear's a*&. We live. The end.)