It was another typical day in the run down, Victorian shack of William Shakesphere. Birds chirping, gay sex ringing in the ear of the estates spherical proprietor. The date, September 1st, 2370. The day the world will truly realize the greatness that is William Shakesphere! He sits in his study, dreaming of his future in the world of theatre, his manservant and trusted platonic companion Whiteman Whitmin walks in.
“Whiteman! How are you doing today dear boy?”
“Oi! Great to see ya on this fine day Mr.Sphere! How goes your process this afternoon?”
He scratches his chin with a wild twinkle in his spherical eyeball.
“Today, Whiteman! Today I will show the world my magical plays!”
Whiteman smiles, but then grows a concerned look upon his face.
“But…sir, aren’t you worried about your…Conditions?”
“Look here boy,I may be a heterosexual sphere in a world full of flat gays, but I SHALL overcome! The world will know my name! WILLIAM SHAKESPHERE!