Hamlet: I see him, Horatio... my father...
Horatio: OMG me too! Where'd you see him?
Hamlet: In my mind's eye, obviously. What the fuck are you talking about?
Horatio: uuuuUUUUUHH
Ophelia: So my brother was telling me how much Hamlet's a fuckboy for the millionth time, and he starts talking about my "chaste treasure".
Ophelia's girlfriends: Eeeeeew! Your brother?
Ophelia: I know, right? You shouldn't even be thinking about my chaste treasure, Laertes.
Ophelia's girlfriends: Who is he to talk anyway?
Ophelia: Right? Dude is such a slut!
King Hamlet's Ghost: *two pages of bitching about how much it sucks to be dead*
King Hamlet's Ghost: oh shit morning's coming, let me finish up quick
King Hamlet's Ghost: *two more pages of bitching about how he got murked by his brother*