"They are not. They are a Queen, and her usurper brother who has killed the rightful king, in a fit of corruption, do not, and slips into an incestuous bed. Disgusting behaviour. Rotten behaviour, you might say. Claudius cannot be a lasting King because he came by it unnaturally. By cheating fate. By cheating young Hamlet of his rightful role through his overhasty marriage. And Gertrude, well, she married him, did she not? Can we help but wonder whether or not she was an accomplice? She certainly hadn't many objections."

He whips out an invisible sword, and lunges a stab at one or the other of them, standing in his imagination center stage.