Bob is my shepherd, I shall not want. Bob makes me lie down in active chains; Bob leads me cloaked beside AFK Carriers; Bob restores my heat damage. Bob leads me in right paths for the daily gank. Even though I walk through the chains of the Nullbears of K space, I fear no scrams; for you Bob is with me; your blaster and your ECM--they comfort me.
You prepare a gank before me in the presence of your enemies; Bob anoint my head with nanite paste; my Ammo overflows. Surely combat and wrecks shall follow me all the session changes of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of Bob forever.