"What's your endgame, old man?" asked Romeo, slipping into the hut one night as I was sleeping peacefully with the stars finding solace in my snores.
"Whaa... Wha! Huh!? Romeo?"
"Don't think I don't think you're onto something, acting all senile and wasted away. What's your endgame? Don't try to convince me you don't have one."
"Is this about Juliet?"
"Forgive me, I must have meant Ophelia."
"You old fool, trying to relive your glory days. This place no longer needs you. Nobody believes in you. You're yesterday's news. A snooze. Pointless. A bore. A burden on us all. Why don't you crawl back to the hole you left us for. We don't need anymore of your shit stank here."