*Shakespeare starts coughing from the tear gas.* F-For *Cough cough* sooth! W-what sorcery... *Cough cough*. I can't work *COugh* like this. Good day, my good sir. I-I must... *Cough cough* *Shakespeare places a few coins on the table, grabs his book and flees from the cafe, coughing*

Hmm? Oh, I know the pain of running low on funds on the setting of the grand tales of legend, my friend. Alas, the stage is not for the faint of heart or the poor of pocket. However, All the world is a stage. Thus, the same could be same about any location on this beautiful yet terrifying world we live in. But, to craft my newest legend, I shall take any expense and witness any danger to bring it to fruition. Else, I would not be the legendary playwright William Shakespeare. Ya ha ha!!! *Shakespeare strikes a dramatic pose before laughing jovially.*

*The door of the cafe bursts open and a boisterous man holding a feathered pen and a book enters.* Ah! Huzzah! Forsooth! "The wheel has come full circle! I am here!" It is a glorious day that finds me in this respectable establishment. This place is fit for the kings. I shall find my inspiration here! The great heroes summoned to this land much like myself shall grant a glorious tales that shall rival the tragic king Macbeth! Ya ha ha ha!

*Shakespeare rolls his eyes at suction cup man* Yet another glorious poem. You must teach me how you come up with such great wordplay while the farce you call a show plummets to the depths of Hades where it belongs. Woe is the man who chooses such a terrible screenplay over my magnificent works of art. Ah. But the man behind you is one such imbecile, is he not? A fool who does not know his own place in the world lest he uses the face of another.

*Shakespeare picks up his book. As he leaves, he stops to greet Gamma.* Greetings, my fine fellow. It would seem this place supposedly for those with villainous intent has fallen to the madness of a midsummer's nights dream. I shall retire from it, I do believe and I suggest you retreat from here posthaste as well. Alas, I have little time remaining before my inspiration is once more lost to the ages, so I must leave. Farewell, my friend. Til we meet once more. *Shakespeare then walks off as if leaving a stage: dramatically.*

My thanks, good sir. But it seems the clash of heroes is beginning. Like a holy grail war that I have shamefully been forced to participate in more than I care to admit liking. However, here I can act as I see fit. No masters tying me down with wishes of their own. I shall watch and be forever inspired by these combat events, worthy of being witnessed by the gods themselves! *Shakespeare drinks his coffee as he watches Reperzel smash up the place.*<div class='edited'>(edited by Shakespeare)</div>

*Shakespeare enters gloriously, hearing the song.* What a lovely, well thought out Sonnet. Clearly, there is a man here who knows of the fine arts. &quot;You're a bitch.&quot; The words of the muses could not come up with a more meaningful phrase. Enough with thine sarcasm though. I hear that this is a glorious place of the mind of evil. So, I have come! The mastermind Caster of Red, William Shakespeare!

Yes.. Mozart is no sweeter than the hatred in your voice! Oh! Glorius! I love it!

Ah yes! Coffee! The Nectar of the Gods alive and well in the world of humanity! Why yes! I would give away all of my fame for a pot of Coffee! But I needn't! For here, I shall take a cup of your finest coffee. It shall be just the drink needed to strike my brain with the glory of inspiration! *Shakespeare sits down at a nearby table, setting his book down next to him*

Ah yes. This giant of a man has a habit of finding himself in the iron grasp of the law. Yet he finds a way to vanish from their sight and reappear unharmed moments later. He is a trickster of the ages. Annoying, crass but respectable in his art. A true master of cowardice.