That's just not right ... not right at all ... oooooo All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Trinitron's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by its side come hot from Hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war! For 3 days now, I have had Shakespeare stuck in a almost continous loop through my head. I have no idea why, but at least I've found a use for it.