Alternate Ending To Hamlet

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“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark,” Hamlet said, looking off into the distance as if deep in thought.

Ophelia waved a hand in front of Hamlet’s face, her bracelets clacking together. “I think you mean the state of Arizona, actually. We don’t live in Denmark.”

“Yeah,” Horatio interjected, “and what’s rotten is your gym socks. Seriously, do you ever wash these things?”

Hamlet seemed to immediately deflate, looking over at his best friend, (secret) crush, and confidant with a dejected face.

“I’m just saying! If I ever pass out, you need smelling salts, and those are all you’ve got, just leave me.”

“I can’t wash them, it’s bad luck!” Hamlet turned his attention to Ophelia, “Come on, tell him.”

Ophelia shook her head and waved her hands in front of her, letting out a laugh. “I am having absolutely no part in this.” …show more content…

He put his hands on his hips, before crossing them over his chest when Hamlet didn’t seem to falter at all in his determination.

“Well, if you really want my opinion,” Ophelia sighed, shoving her hands in her dress’ pockets, “I do think you could at least spritz the things with some perfume.”

Horatio let out a triumphant laugh, unfolding his arms to point at Hamlet in the traditional, accusing ‘I told you so’ manner. Ophelia shrugged, keeping her hands in her pockets and consequently pulling the skirt of her dress away from her thighs while doing so, when she saw Hamlet’s wounded expression.

Hamlet immediately began to stomp off to go sulk until one of the two apologized to him, before realizing he had nowhere to go and stomping back. Horatio stifled a laugh.

“Seriously though,” Horatio forced out through short giggles, “where on Earth did you get Denmark from? Just because you’re Danish doesn’t mean we’re in Denmark!”

Hamlet scoffed, “You guys are Danish too, so,

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