Macbeth pressed his face against the glass case of Paul the Octopus's tank and screamed louder."What threat does MacDuff pose?", Macbeth howled. Paul the Octopus placed some of his suction cups on the tank in response.
"What does that even mean?!", cried Macbeth.
Paul the Octopus ate a mussel.
"So you're saying that I should beware mussels? That MacDuff seeks to attack me through food poisoning?"
Paul the Octopus blinked his strange octopus eyes. Macbeth nodded.
"Right. I'd better kill his family to be safe. I'm off! Thank you for your divination, O psychic octopus!" Macbeth ran up the stairs to the MacDuffs' quarters and engaged Lady MacDuff in a fatal dance of death around a crib. On killing Lady MacDuff, Macbeth thought, "Who the hell creates a mobile out of headless dolls anyway?"
Back in the basement, the Male Witch was annoyed.
"Macbeth used to ask us this stuff. Now he's just asking the octopus. Who's not even psychic. He got the 2008 Euro predictions wrong, but no one brings that up," he said.
Bald Witch shrugged. "What are you gonna do? People like to anthropomorphize animals."
Lady Macbeth ran into the room. "Paul!", she screamed. "I've got my form for the office Emmy Awards pool! Will it be a three-peat for Bryan Cranston?"
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