Cry 'Havoc'

From a friend of the blog's away message, this meditation:

Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Chara's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Sturm by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. 

Bruins vs. Habs

Do it.