Beseemes it thee to contradict thy king? […] I will haue Gaueston, and you shall know, What danger tis to stand against your king.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, / Who never to himself hath said, / This is my own, my native land! […] The wretch, concentred all in self, / Living, shall forfeit fair renown, / And, doubly dying, shall go down / To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, / Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

This wave of claims about fan entitlement and consumer attempts to reshape the decisions of creators and studios demands a revisiting of the fantagonism concept.

The roosters would look awesome, their beaks fearsome weapons. A frightening thought. As it is, each rooster needed to be tethered to his own hut to keep them from pecking each other's eyes out.