Our Capsuleer, who dwells in Anoikis, Hallowed be Thy chain. Thy statics spawn, Thy hunts be done, In our home as it is in hostile space.
Give us this day our rolling mass, And cloak us from unwelcome eyes on d-scan. Forgive our missed bookmarks, As we stumble through collapsing holes.
Guide us not to barren chains, But deliver us to targets unaware. Bestow us targets, not silence; content, not carebears; And may our pods be swift when we die.
For thine is the chain, the polarization and the loot, Forever and ever, Praise Bob