Back when dinosaurs walked the earth and dagwood sandwiches ruled the skies, we were classically trained as actors. Doing Shakespeare is almost literally the only thing we are qualified to do in life. And we're finally doing it, here, now. Just without the actual, you know, Shakespeare.

King Madregon has killed his rival (he mentions it several times) and taken his rival's queen. But the queen isn't into it. So the king goes to some weird imps to hear about a prophecy (eventually.) And then the queen wishes her dead true love king back to life. There's a big pile of bodies at the end.

Typical Shakespeare, except for the mention of dagwood sandwiches, fair-faced beavers, crisped oat-inflamers, and a baked hamlet for all your groovy parties.

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