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Gase:                Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?

2ND MURDERER:       To, to, to –

Gase:                To murder me?

1ST MURDERER:        Ay, ay.

2ND MURDERER:       Your GM Douglas hates you.

Gase:                 Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.

1ST MURDERER:        Tis he that sent us hither to slaughter thee. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

2ND MURDERER:        Look behind you, my lord

1ST MURDERER:        Take that, and that. And if all this will not do,

                                     I’ll drown you in the malmsey butt within.

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4 hours ago, Beerfish said:

Gase:                Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?

2ND MURDERER:       To, to, to –

Gase:                To murder me?

1ST MURDERER:        Ay, ay.

2ND MURDERER:       Your GM Douglas hates you.

Gase:                 Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.

1ST MURDERER:        Tis he that sent us hither to slaughter thee. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

2ND MURDERER:        Look behind you, my lord

1ST MURDERER:        Take that, and that. And if all this will not do,

                                     I’ll drown you in the malmsey butt within.

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Adam Gase simply appears uncomfortable in certain situations - The San  Diego Union-Tribune

 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

 

 

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I prefer Edgar Allan Poe:

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Frank Gore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Gore—
            Nameless here for evermore.
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