It almost sounded like Hamlet was the old version of "As The World Turns". Susan used to watch that show and like...Cry every other day. One day he tried giving the show a chance and sat down to watch it. Never again. That was a dark secret of his that he kept till this day. An even darker one was that he too cried about it. He listened to Cheeto's shortened explanation of the story and just...frowned. It sounded sort of messed up, he supposed. Before he could put in his two cents, Cheeto excused herself and wandered off for something else.
He sat back in his chair with the book in hand. What was so bad about this story anyway? Hamlet sounded like a whiner. "Hmph," he snorted and snapped the book shut in his hand. "Hamlet's a whiner. Of course it's not worth it to--" he quoted with his fingers, " End it all. My parents are dead you don't see me cryin'." at least he was pretty sure they were dead unless they lived to be just as old as he was and as far as he knew that wasn't possibly unless his parents were secretly turtles.
He sat back in his chair with the book in hand. What was so bad about this story anyway? Hamlet sounded like a whiner. "Hmph," he snorted and snapped the book shut in his hand. "Hamlet's a whiner. Of course it's not worth it to--" he quoted with his fingers, " End it all. My parents are dead you don't see me cryin'." at least he was pretty sure they were dead unless they lived to be just as old as he was and as far as he knew that wasn't possibly unless his parents were secretly turtles.