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�But why are we hiding, Rosencrantz?� �Why, we�re hiding because we don�t want to be seen.� �But if everyone thinks we�re dead, then there�s no need to hide.� �Who said we�re dead?� �Everyone knows Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. It�s common knowledge.� �We�re not dead.� �I know that.� �So then everyone doesn�t think we�re dead. You don�t.� �This is ridiculous Rosencrantz, we�ve been stuck in this closet for over 300 years. I�m tired of smelling moth balls.� �Then stop sticking your head between their legs.� �Rosencrantz, if we weren�t hiding, I�d tell everyone I saw that you were a complete dickweed.� �Shhhhhhhhhhh Guildenstern, I think I hear someone coming.� �That�s just my tell-tale heart. Heh.� A few minutes pass. �Guildenstern, what if we are dead?� �We�re not dead, we�re hiding.� �That�s what we think. Most everyone else thinks we�re dead. What if we�re mistaking hiding for being dead?� �Why would we do that?� �To pass the time.� �Point.� �OW! You stabbed me with a pencil.� �I aimed for your eye but its too dark in here to see straight.� �Asshole.� �Who are we waiting for anyway? That Godot? He�s more unreliable than Germany, or even worse than a 1981 Diesel VW Rabbit with electrical problems.� �Not Godot you idiot, he�s Beckett. And we�re hiding, not waiting.� �Rosencrantz, I�m never playing hide and go seek with your family again.� �Would you like to play a game while we hide?� �Always.� �Initials, then.� �Fatty Arbuckle.� �Alexander the Great.� �Point. Alexander the Great, articles don�t play.� �Gary Gnu. Doubles, back to you.� �It�s a two man game, it�s always back to me. George Stephanopoulos.� �Oh I like him. Susan Sarandon.� �Suzanne Somers.� �Oh, she�s terrible.� �Soupy Sales.� �Shhhhhhhh.� �Who is that? That doesn�t count. Point.� �No, shhhh, I hear someone.� �I hate waiting.� �Hiding.� �Hiding.�
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