"Must I?" "Yes. To do anything else would

"Must I?" "Yes. To do anything else would be instant death. Conformity, m'lad, is your saving grace. People are scared of 'different'." He sulked in The Medieval Times break room,

staring at his jousting stick. To conform or not to conform, that was the question. And idea then popped into William's head. To be or not to be, now THAT is the question!" He

was about to write it down when his wife, Anne Hathaway, burst into their hovel-upon-Avon with the news that she had been chosen to play the lead in Cry Havok! a new play by Bacon.

This was the worse news that William could hear. Although Anne's working as a lead meant they would eat it also meant that she would be spending lots of time with Roger Bacon.

Roger Bacon ran a butcher shop on High Street, which was a huge success. It was called Roger Bacon & Sons The Butchery. William went there daily for meat, to feed his family. Anne

Shakespeare never had to put up with this crap. She wanted to take this meat thing and huck it out the window. With any luck Anne's meat thing would land on her uncle's pet pig.

"Meat thing meets pre pork in a poke" so said the rhyming lass from Roanoke. She & Bill would have got on swell she morosed, "but this meat thing has turned by muse to hamburger

helper for clown meat." Bill looked at her, wondering why her nose was turning red and bulbous (like his own). Honey, you know what clown meat does to you," Bill told her, " I

love it when we role play like this. Get over here!" She slowly removed his curly wig and polka-dot pants. HONK! HONK!!