Out, out, brief governor! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player… screw that, I can make more money on the speaking circuit!

Press! Press onward with thine mouse, thine pointing device, and know where upon our play is set, and the tragedy that this wench hath wrought!

Knowing then the particulars, press upon this ghostly image and find not the howls of specters, but howls of laughter…

Howl! Howl! Howl! *BANG* The wolf is dead.