Oh those detestable scum of the earth! Those were the hideous creatures I encountered this evening. At a heath desolate of life, I spotted three old hags (detestable in appearance) and dressed in their archaic rags, they seemed to mutter some sort of enchantment under their breaths. In a concealed position behind a clutter of ancient rubble, I leaned closer toward their direction and eavesdropped on their agendas.
First witch: "Wretched Macbeth."
Second witch: "Foolish Macbeth."
Third witch: "Have no sympathy for the fool, for he is deserving of his fate."
Intrigued by what I had just he…
