I'm either a stalker or a psychic. I just can't tell the difference anymore!

Dec 08, 2004 18:14

We got the most awesome assignment today. Split into two groups and rewrite an act of Macbeth. Tomorrow we'll act out our versions of the play in more modern in English. We decided to write in ghettospeak, only it's not just that, it's so much cooler because, well... the rest is secret so that we'll surprise the other group tomorrow. Anyway, I had to write Act II Scene IV. It just came out so much funnier than I had anticipated, so for your reading pleasure...



Act Two: Scene Four

Old Man: In all of mah past seventy years I ain’t never seen anythin’ so strange before dis whack night yo.

Ross: It’s like the heavens are messed up cuz of man’s deeds foo.

Old Man: It unnatural. Just like da deed that has been done. On Tuesday a falcon was jumped by a owl dat hunts only mice.

Ross: And Duncan's horses went completely whack and ate each other. I seen it myself, you know dat’s right!

Old Man: Look, it’s Macduff. Wazzup?

Macduff: Why you ask me? You blind?

Ross: Who did this here bloody job and shiz?

Macduff: Does sons who Macbeth busted on. They was bribed by da King’s two boys. They sneaked away. Dey are suspicious foos. Macbeth has been chosen fo’ king cuz the rest are mad stupid.

Ross: Where is Duncan’s body?

Macduff: In Colmekill.

Ross: You goin to Scone?

Macduff: Are you serious? No way cuz. I’ll jet to Fife.

Ross: Well, I’ll go there.

Macduff: I hope you be seein’ things done real well in dat hood. Peace.

Ross: I’m splitting Pops.

Old Man: Bless ya brothas that look to make good outta bad and more brothas out of hood ratz.

Woo!

Guh, I'm bored.
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