If it weren't for the fact that I hate leftovers,

If it weren't for the fact that I hate leftovers, I would have eaten the squirrel, maggots and all. But I knew if I stayed focused and kept moving toward the gargantuan green

man-eating chicken, and ignored my rodent based diet obsession, then I would be able to at long last complete my quest: to find

the golden banana. My adventures in Donkey Kong 64 would finally be complete after I acquire all 201 of them! But first I must stomp these rodents... I'll save them for later.

After all, they make damn fine dancers. Why, after my monkeying around is over, I like to relax at the Fancy Squirrel and waltz or maybe tango or even foxtrot with the local rats.

They're surprisingly refined for gutter trash. I would never have thought that a rodent from the bad part of town could flawlessly quote Shakespeare without missing a step.

"What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving yadda yadda yadda you know the rest."

Annoyed, I flung Yorick's skull back into the foul hole from which it came. Bard this, bard that, and out on a couplet. Someday, I'd stage Hamlet on Ice and I'd show them all.

Or maybe pigs and Shakespeare? It was a mistake. I cast Porky Pig as Hamlet. During the scene "Ta ta ta ta ta be be be be or not ta ta ta ta bu bu bu bu" I lept on stage to

distract the audience with my tap dancing routine only to be booed off the stage for interrupting porky. A star was born that night. Porky was a theatrical success.