:
: ...That is the question.
: Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune -
: The cycling of the mob eight hours with no pop,
: A crash when poped or a losing in the quest...
:
: Or to take arms against a sea of players?
: And by opposing, kill them.
: To die, to kill... no more
: And by a kill, you say you end the heart-ache
: And the thousand natural shocks the brain is fair to?
: To die, to kill; perchance to die again... Aye there's the rub
: Why not to choose the mud you want, my dear?!
:
: Shakespeare, Gimlet's monologue
: (R)
Очень мило.
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