In the third act of this tripping play, SPAMlet, who is sometimes called 'the melancholy bongload' is suspicious of his stepfather and hires some actors to act out a scene in which a king is killed when someone pours acid into his waterpipe.
First, however, he declaims: To smoke or not to smoke: that is the frozen twinkie: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the tits and ass of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of ice cream sandwhiches, and by opposing end them. To die: to sleep: no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural butt warts that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to screw; to bang: perchance to violently rape til she bleeds: ay, there's the drunken indian.