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SEYTON: The Queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.

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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oh man...

sugar rush

SUGAR RUSH

ate too many Smarties

evil little addictive candy pills

*runs around in circles*

*unwraps another roll*

roll them Smarties

and now I have shared my sugar rush with the entire lab after our sojourn to the new Japanese restaurant...

*hands out the sugar pills*

it's part of my evil plan to steal everyone else's glassware while they're sugar rushing!

*wicked smile*

that is, if I can concentrate on anything for longer than thiry seconds...

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