of course, the idea of horatio as fred astaire, or vice versa, still makes me giggle much more than it ought -- i won't dance, don't ask me, i won't dance, madame, with you -- it's wonderful, though. XD XD

ugh, yes, i know. ;_; he just wants answers and order and 'good my lord, put your discourse into some frame,' and instead he gets mad riddles and pipes shoved at him and what can he do? and the pipes -- i've never seen anyone pull off the pipes scene exactly how i thought it ought be, but an angry!trapped!couldverywellcry!guildenstern, that's half-way there -- i want to see.