Yea, though I fly through the emptiness of space in the shadow of podding, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy missile and thy drone they comfort me. Thou preparest a Fortizar before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my missiles with explosion velocity and radius; my cargo hold runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my clone life: and I will dwell in the station of Bob for ever. o7 I also like to poke dead animals with my finger. You like my coat? Yes? ,-" "-. / o o \ / \ / \ / )-"-( \ / ( 6 6 ) \ / \ " / \ / )=( \ / o .--"-"--. o \ / I/ - - \ I \ .--( (_}y/\ /\y{_) )--. ".___l\/__\_____/__\/l___,"