This is the soliloquy from the play, " SPAMlet," written by Mick Jaggerespear. In the third act of this saucy play, SPAMlet, who is somtimes called 'the melancholy frappucino' is suspicious of his stepfather and hires some actors to act out a scene in which a king is killed when someone pours snapple into his european swallow . First, however, he declaims: To kick or not to kick : that is the playground : Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the tortillas and grits of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of swamps , 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 storm troopers that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to exploded ; to defeated : perchance to demised : ay, there's the the letter H.
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