_SHAKESPEARE and FEMDOM are sitting at a picnic table at a rest area off some highway in some state. Cars, as they will, whizz by._ FEMDOM: Well that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. _SHAKESPEARE is awfully pleased._ SHAKES: You that survive, and you that sleep in fame! Fair lords, your fortunes are alike in all FEMDOM: Can it, chief. You will sleep in fear tonight. _Shakespeare hesitates._ _But only for a moment._