Translation: “What a beautiful bird. I’ll feed it to my python.” Baby Lotor is creepy.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more. It is a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
You find a box in an alleyway emitting kittens mewling. But when you open it, the sound stops and nothing is there. You close it and it begins again. You take it with you and it does nothing for weeks, but then it slowly pushes itself open.
Glube Fics 