Laertes has groupies, proof he has taste, has cool. Wears skate-board clothes: elephant pants, the crotch snagging his knees, tent-size tee-shirt. He wants the play staged at a roller rink: him, Fortinbras, and me wearing in-lines, the rest in quads. And instead of a duel, we throw ourselves a roller-derby brawl. Why not? Do something with a little class to offset the end's cartoon slaughter house.
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