This is honestly a disgrace to me. But all for you, Frak. God.
Act I.
Prologue.
Two pepes, uneven in dignity,
In fair Memeland, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where red lips make dank memes unclean.
From forth the computers of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd pepes take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their battle's strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of the memer's rage,
Which, but common pepe, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.