Our mad god, who art in anoikis. Bob be thy name. Thy sleepers come, They will be done, in K-space as here in Home. Give us today a useful static, and forgive our poor fits.
As we gank those that blob against us. Lead us not into Ore sites, but deliver us some Exotic dancers,
For thine is the Wolf-Rayet, the Red Giant, the Pulsar and the Cataclysm.