It puts the lotion on its skin and puts the lotion in the basket, or it gets the hose again.
Choose Eve. Choose a race. Choose a career. Choose a faction. Choose a f*cking big battleship, choose drones, webbers, scramblers and cap injectors. Choose rich systems, low security, and ship insurance. Choose megacyte filled haulers. Choose a clone. Choose your enemies. Choose long range weapons and matching ammo. Choose a rat infested belt with a range of f*cking bounties. Choose Jita and wondering who the f*ck you are on a sunday morning. Contrary to popular belief, you cannot take on that hostile fleet solo.