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The setting is one empty room. There is only one actor who plays both characters.
Me: Great, now thanks to you, we are officially crazy!
Evil Me: Wow, are we famous now?
Me: Famous? Read the review:" The only thing this actor can play is crazy ... Ophelia. I guess his reality inspired such a success with this role."
Evil Me: See I told you, Hamlet would make you famous. Wait! What about me? I was the main character. What are they saying about moia?"
Me: Wait a minute. Do you think this is about you? Have you forgotten nobody can see you except me?
Evil Me: Oh, shut up! Give me the magazine. I will read myself. Aha, here it goes: "Hamlet, the worst performance ever... a cheap imitation of the classics." What the heck just happened! These malditos banditos! Hijos de..."
Me: Please, don't say it! Leave theirs mothers alone. You are acting like an amateur. Seriously, you need to learn to take the critics with a grain of salt. Some will trash you and crash you, others will praise you and appraise you. You are new at this.
Evil Me: I will hunt these "mother forkers", down! I will show them who Hamlet is! Let's go, Ophelia.
Me. Mi cardio Hamlesito, leave me alone from this story of hunting. I can't go lower than this. After all, I am already talking to ghosts, so I don't need to accompany you... another ghost!
Evil Me: "Screwdrive" you, Ophelia!
TO BE CONTINUED
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