How could you have missed it.

You all want to bed me so badly. It is embarrassing.

Every night I turn on the news to watch the latest coverage on Overwatch. I suppose it is a little bit like going to the circus.

Genji speaks an incessant amount for a dead man.

The fact that the numerous assassins sent after me have not succeeded in their primary task is a problem. And soon, I will make it *everyones* problem.

I still have that little rodent blocked. Wonder if he has starved to death by now? Like a rat caught in a trap and forgotten.

Quiet, apparition. This is not Hamlet.

[ Hanzo knocks his hat off and immediately after resumes a casual, innocent passing-by.]

I just said this is my not Hamlet, and I am not Shakespeare. I won’t presume to know the canon intricacies of a 17th century classic. Now shoo.

Deplorable. Now leave.

A young prince is taunted by the ghostly figure of his late father, the king, who was killed by his brother who then married Hamlet’s mother. He spirals into insanity as he attempts to rationalize and then commit murder.

I am not Hamlet, of course. Unlike that cowardly cretin, I do not hesitate.

Shakespeare.

He was Shakespeare. He invented the word excessive. [ He is walking away very fast. ]

[ He is walking away faster. ]

Do they not make sports wear for those with barrel chests?

I don’t need “friends”. They disappoint me.

No one fucks me. I fuck them.

I left because all you lesser life forms wished ill-will on me and corrupted the atmosphere with your noxious fumes.

Mentally, I am not well. Physically, I am the living Perseus.