The Path of the Bobite is beset on all sides by the whining of the noobish and the tyranny of blobbing capsuleers. Blessed is he who in the name of wormholes and combat shepherds the weak through the chain of darkness, for he is truly his fellow Bobite's keeper and the finder of lost corporations. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my Bobites. And you will know I am Bob when I lay my vengeance upon you.
Bob is my shepherd; I shall not want for isk. He maketh me to lie down in fertile wormholes: he leadeth me beside glorious battles. He restoreth my pod: he leadeth me in the paths of Bob for his name's sake. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of podding I will fear no blobs; for thou art with me; thy pulse laser and thy autocannon they comfort me. Thou preparest a wormhole before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with isk