Steak Out

Hamlet has requested that i observe the King during the play that Hamlet had set up for this evening. I instantly agreed to doing so. All i have to do is watch the king. So I plan on setting up my deer stand, throwing back a few brewskis, and watching the night unfold. Really all i have to do is see if Claudius flinches or reacts wildly to the play. While it might not hold up in court i think this will be pretty good evidence that the King killed his brother and now feels the guilt in his stomach like some warm spoiled milk. If old Clad gives away any hint of a reaction it's game over man. Bait and Switch.

Get the straight jacket

Just got back from the woods. My buddy Hamlet saw the ghost and followed it back into the deep and dark forest. Before i could present my 7 point arguement for why that was a bad idea Ham was a silhouette in the night. Marcellus and I, after a decision making game of rock, paper, scissors, went into the forest after Hamlet. We searched and we searched, but my flashlight didn't have any batteries in it and my cell phone only had one bar left of power. After a good amount of crying, wandering, and reflection in the fetal position we found Hamlet. He was mad, driven to craziness by the ghost. Hamlet said that he would be going undercover in the form of a madman to publicize the murder of his father by King Claudius. He called it an "Antic Disposition" i call it crazy talk. But as a friend i will follow Ham without questioning the methods of his madness. Although that doesn't stop me from wondering what will come of this.

Aww!

By the beard of Zeus, i've seen a ghost! On the nightly patrols that are usally spented playing "whos the coldest" "wheres the nickel" "would you rather...?" we, that is Marcellus, Bernardo saw what could have been the ghost of christmas past. What he was doing here in October, i haven't the faintest. His armor gleamed while his imagine was shadowed. I beconed to it, i even asked him to "CALL ITT!!" but to no advance. I swear that had i not had 3 shots of Kettle One just 10 minutes earlier i would have announced that it was a ghastly imagine of the fallen king, King Hamlet. What a mystery. I do wish Scobby and Shabby were here to solve this puzzle. Theres no time to twitter or facebook this occurence, i must relay my sight to the prince.