HAMLET: Not where he stuffs his snackhole, but where he is stuffed in a snackhole. A certain convocation of politic squirm creatures are e'en at him. Your squirm creature is your only Empress for diet. We fat all musclebeasts else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for shadow droppers. Your fat Empress and your lean maroonblood is but variable service—two nutrition platters, but to one elevated dining surface. That’s the end.
CLAUDIUS: Alas, alas!
HAMLET: A troll may fish with the squirm creature that hath eat of a highblood, and eat of the aquatic monstrosity that hath fed of that squirm creature.
CLAUDIUS: What dost thou mean by this?
HAMLET: Nothing but to show you how a seadweller may go a progress through the acid-based digestive sac of a maroonblood.
CLAUDIUS: Where is Polonius?
HAMLET: In Bilious Slick's asshole. Send hither to see. If your lusus find him not there, seek him i' th' scratched universe yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this perigee, you shall nose him as you go up the stepped ascension platform into the primary communal block.