Alas, Poor Yorick!

From a Fark
Photoshop contest: If dinosaurs survived to modern
times:

I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of
most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a
thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it
is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have
kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now?
Your
gambols? Your songs?