I'm trope-savvy, go find Abu

Shakespeare cursed the heavens, "FUCK YOU HEAVENS!"

Willy was in England or Ireland or wherever the fuck Stratford-twixt-Avon is. Avalon, that's right. The timeless Isle. A land of dragons, kings, dragon-kings.

No goddamn shitty monkey sidekicks for this adventure.

So far.

Shakespeare bolted down the street. He had to get away from this oppressive government. I know, Shakespeare thought! I'll find Abu!

His monkey companion climbed out of his burlap sack.

"Prrheeeeeet," is the sound monkeys make.

"Oh, Abu, calm down, we have to get out. Come along," Shakespeare shouted, as he ran. The guards were just now emerging from the tower, after him. He had the tactical advantage.