if i wanted you to open your mouth i will jingle my zipper
MY PRAYER Our bullets, who art in my turrets, Hallowed be thy payload Thy power come Our enemies be done In low sec As it is in Empire Give us this day Our daily gank And forgive us our warp jammers As we won't forgive those who use them against us And lead us not into bubbles But deliver us from scramblers For thine is the thermal The explosive And the kinetic EM.
My FC'ing is like a mullet, business in the front, party in the back