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"I love Shakespeare!" you blurt out. The class looks at you as if you're crazy. Your whole classes beady eyes are staring right at you, horrified. You try to stand up, but can't. Your legs and arms seemed glued to where they are. Suddenly your vision starts to blur, you start to get dizzy. Everything seems to be spinning around you. You feel your head hit your desk right as you black out.

Your eyes flicker open. It's a little foggy, but you remember the death stares of your classmates as you blurted out those three words. Looking around, something seems much different about your surroundings. Your literature classroom consists of some weird gas coming out of the floor. The desk is gone, and you feel lighter. The ceiling has changed from the familiar white square tiles with bad lighting to a jet black with little bright white lights everywhere you look. Then you realize it; you’re not in a classroom at all. You're on a planet!

But which one? Looking around, you see the foggy yellowish-orange of the planet. Farther out there's an endless line of rings. You must be on Saturn.

Purple clouds are floating all around. About fifty feet away, you see two people standing on a rather large one. Instantly, you figure out that the one on the left is Shakespeare. Shakespeare! It's your one and only dream to see him in person, maybe even meet him. You start to walk over to the fluffy purple cloud but stop yourself. You've forgotten that there was someone else next to him. You look at the man on the right, trying to come up with who he might be from a distance. Staring at the familiar man, it occurs to you when you notice his eye patch. It's Willy! //Willy Wonka!// you think to yourself. //Why in the world is he here! And what is he doing to Shakespeare?// You look closer. He seemed to be somehow torturing Shakespeare. Without much further thought, you begin to look for something, anything, to save your friend Shakespeare.

You look down at your feet. Right next to you is a brand new machete. You look up, noticing a rubber band, all the way on the seventh ring of Saturn. To help Shakespeare, you choose to use the --

Rubber Band Machete