HAMLET (Monkey King) Noobs, noobs, noobs. LORD POLONIUS (Glacius) What is the matter, my carry? HAMLET (Monkey King) Between who? LORD POLONIUS (Glacius) I mean, the matter that you rage, my carry. HAMLET (Monkey King) Slanders, sir: for the satirical Scout says here that old men have codexes, that their armor is lowered, their wards never purchased, and that they have a plentiful lack of int, together with most weak farm: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like Chronos, you could go backward. LORD POLONIUS (Glacius) [Aside] Though this be rage, yet there is method in 't. Will you walk out of the pool, my carry? HAMLET (Monkey King) Into my grave.