Friends, Singaporeans, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;
I come to ostracize Libby, not to aggravate her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;
So let it be with Libby. The stylish Cliff
Hath told you Libby was disgusting:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Libby answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Cliff and the rest–
For Cliff is a stinky man;
So are they all, all stinky men–
Come I to speak in Libby’s funeral.
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