Authors note. a hundred and three word blurb.
Disclamer: Technacially, I don't have to have one. GO PUBLIC DOMAIN!!! Just in case....all credit goes to the bard.
Bill, Billy! GET UP YOU VILLINEOUS THREETOED SLOTH!!
I have a bone to pick with you!
How dare you. You have not only the gaul to take my life and twist it around in any way you see fit, take liberty with the facts, and insult the fey, for two hours straight! What do you have to say for yourself?
Sorry, that's it? No flowery language to defend thyself with? Did you use up in your wretched play? Well you should be sorry, at the very least...
You missed an opportunity for Oberon to be insulted in Act four. Shame, shame on you...