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...that is the question. Whether tis nobler in mind to suffer the quality of his posting, or to take arms against the incestuous, and by repetition recall his infamy? To joke: to mock; no more; and by a joke to tell we end the longing and the thousand natural urges that funnybone is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To mock, to ridicule; to ridiculue: perchance to receive a LOL, ay, there's the rub; for in that joke what laughs may come when we have shuffled off this noble board must give us pause: there's the respect that makes Inkast not change his name, for he would bear the whips and scorns of GD, the cousin jokes, the constant references, the pangs for Beyonceish family members, the judgment from the non-incestuous, that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a new login? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary online life, but that the dread of something after logging off, the undiscover'd website from whose address no user returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather repeat those cousin jokes we have than fly to others that we not know of? Thus beating a dead horse does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great humor and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. Soft you now! His fair cousin! Nymph, in thy orisons be all Inkast's sins remember'd.
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