INT. VIKING ICE ARENA - OLYMPIC ICE

[There are 50 seconds left on the clock in the 2nd period and the Seals have a faceoff in the Diques’ zone.  Qurico enters the scene, stage left.]

Quirico: O Peso, Peso, wherefore art thou, Peso?

Peso: By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Quirico: But, soft! what defense through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Todd Otto is the sun.

Peso: Be quick, O Bearded One.  What message doth thou bare?

Quirico: Lord Otto requests your presence within the Court of Benders.  You shall be the Court Jester of the Second Liners!

Peso: I am but royalty.  I am destined for Top Line Minutes.

Quirico: Deny your fate no more.  Be true to thine self and to thine own self be true.

Peso:  Man, this is some straight up fuckin’ bullshit.  I was drafted in the 3rd!

Quirico: What’s in a round?  That which we call a bender by any other name would smell as sweet.

Peso: There’s fuckin’ 20 seconds left in the period.  I’ve wasted 30 reciting poetry with you.

Quirico: The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Peso:  The fuck you just say?  Son, I’m the goal scorer on that line!

Quirico: Be not afraid of goal scoring prowess: some are born with silky mitts, some achieve silky mitts, and some have silky mitts thrust upon them.

ShaunE:  I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numb’ring clock; I shall fall on my sword, as time makes fools of us all.

[ShaunE benches himself and proceeds to yell at Todd.  15 seconds remain in the period.]

Peso: Get me off this fucking team.

From the Globe Theater in London, this is MNLHN Senior Reporter Jarómy Drágr reporting.