Bardfilm hadn’t seen a certain strangely viral SuperBowl commercial, and then promptly cursed my name for ever showing it to him. Which of course brought about a round of silliness.
“I shall laugh myself to death at this puppymonkeybaby-headed monster!”
“Cry Havoc! And let slip the puppymonkeybabies of war…”
“Use me but as your puppymonkeybaby, spurn me, strike me…”
“Why should a puppymonkeybaby have life, and thou no breath at all?”
“I’ll teach you: think yourself a puppymonkeybaby that you have taken these tenders for true pay.”
“Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried: I can find out no rhyme to “lady” but “puppymonkeybaby,” an innocent rhyme”
“Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of puppymonkeybaby.”
“I had rather hear my puppymonkeybaby bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. “
"I am Fortunes puppymonkeybaby!"
Exit, Pursued By A PuppyMonkeyBaby