Chapter 2
Macbeth woke up and entered the kitchen, lady Macbeth was already up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm making salad for tonight"
"It's 4. in the morning"
"STOP NAGGING ME OK!" she yelled.
Must be PMT thought Macbeth.
Everybody else was asleep. Macbeth went to the bathroom to find Fleance repeatedly banging his head against the wall.
"What are you doing?" "What does it look like? I'm trying to see whether I can actually kill myself if I bang my head against this wall." "Why are you trying to do that?" Fleance stared at Macbeth. "Wouldn't you? Count yourself lucky, Banquo isn't your father!"
It's the sunglasses thought Macbeth.
Macbeth left Fleance to bang his head against the wall.
That day was the most boring day of all their lives.
Macbeth and Banquo were playing cards, Fleance was banging his head against the wall, and Ross Angus and Lennox were smoking dope by the wall that they had stolen off a messenger passing by.
Lady Macbeth and Macduff were nowhere to be seen, who the hell cared where they were?
That after noon Duncan had been seen banging his head repeatedly on the wall and the ceiling collapsed on him and he suffocated to death...according to Ross.
That evening they all sat round the round oak table eating Lady Macbeth's salad which consisted of lettuce, tomatoes and chocolate sauce.
Everybody was staring at their plates dismally apart from Ross, Angus and Lennox who were chucking it down their throats.
They went to bed early simply because there was nothing else to do. Macbeth was disturbed in his sleep by dreams of the weird sisters telling him that he would soon die and they threw Lady Macbeth's salad in his face. He woke up feeling positive something good was going to happen after all.
Macbeth woke up and entered the kitchen, lady Macbeth was already up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm making salad for tonight"
"It's 4. in the morning"
"STOP NAGGING ME OK!" she yelled.
Must be PMT thought Macbeth.
Everybody else was asleep. Macbeth went to the bathroom to find Fleance repeatedly banging his head against the wall.
"What are you doing?" "What does it look like? I'm trying to see whether I can actually kill myself if I bang my head against this wall." "Why are you trying to do that?" Fleance stared at Macbeth. "Wouldn't you? Count yourself lucky, Banquo isn't your father!"
It's the sunglasses thought Macbeth.
Macbeth left Fleance to bang his head against the wall.
That day was the most boring day of all their lives.
Macbeth and Banquo were playing cards, Fleance was banging his head against the wall, and Ross Angus and Lennox were smoking dope by the wall that they had stolen off a messenger passing by.
Lady Macbeth and Macduff were nowhere to be seen, who the hell cared where they were?
That after noon Duncan had been seen banging his head repeatedly on the wall and the ceiling collapsed on him and he suffocated to death...according to Ross.
That evening they all sat round the round oak table eating Lady Macbeth's salad which consisted of lettuce, tomatoes and chocolate sauce.
Everybody was staring at their plates dismally apart from Ross, Angus and Lennox who were chucking it down their throats.
They went to bed early simply because there was nothing else to do. Macbeth was disturbed in his sleep by dreams of the weird sisters telling him that he would soon die and they threw Lady Macbeth's salad in his face. He woke up feeling positive something good was going to happen after all.