O Bob, divine scheduler of timers,
Thou who cloaks the Watch Tower of forgotten bookmarks,
Look not upon our sins of dual-prop fit,
Nor our cowardice in rolling high-mass solo.
Grant us the strength to tackle with ECM,
And the wisdom to not engage in an Astero.

Let thy holy rage consume the pod-warpers,
May your wrath ever burn against
The Prober who doth scan in a Buzzard,
Yet bookmarks nothing.

May your chains be fresh,
Your holes be virgin,
Your loot be plentiful,
And your enemies unscanned.
In Bob’s glorious name,
Let the holy jump commence.

In nomine Bob, collapsi, et sancti Polarisu, Amen.


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"I know all of these warriors. They are First Claw, and I know they'll die as they lived: trying to run away." Xarl of the First Claw