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EPISODE 6

Features:
Green Eggs and Hamlet
Heroes V. Villains: Clarice Starling v. Mr. Potter

Robot song: Robots To Watch Over Me

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A little more than kin, and less than kind!

Do you like
green eggs and ham?

Fie on’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.

Would you like them
here or there?

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!–
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com’st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee:

Would you like them
in a house?
Would you like them
with a mouse?

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in’s own house.
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn’d fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft.

Would you eat them
in a box?
Would you eat them
with a fox?

Will his vouchers vouch him no more of
his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will
scarcely lie in this box!

You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree!

I do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory;
Of violent birth, but poor validity:
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;

A train! A train!
A train! A train!
Could you, would you,
on a train?

As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse

Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?

My sea-gown scarf’d about me, in the dark
Grop’d I to find out them: had my desire;

Would you, could you, in the rain?
I
But as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder

You do not like
green eggs and ham?

tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

Could you, would you,
with a goat?

They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that.

Would you, could you,
on a boat?

Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of
very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too
slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour, and in the grapple I
boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I
alone became their prisoner.

You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.

We will try it. [pause ] O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England;
Which have solicited.–the rest is silence.