Our Drones, whom art in thy bay, hammerhead be thy name. Thy pew pew to come, podding will be done, in 0.0 as it is in Groothese. Give us this day our daily gank And forgive us our smack, as we forgive those who smack against us. And lead us not into Jita, but deliver us Tech II bpo’s For Eve is thy kingdom, thy powergrid and thy CPU are key. for ever and ever. PEW PEW
Miners Creed I must mine Rocks. Strips are the ore-killer. Strips are the little-death that brings me minerals. I will mine Rocks. I will turn the Rocks into useful minerals. And when it is done, I will turn the minerals into Stuff. Where the Rocks were there will be nothing. Only Stuff will remain.
Rock Poems: Rock. You are a rock. Gray. You are gray. Like a rock. Which you are. Rock.
Rocks; these are my rocks. Sediments: make me sedimental. Smooth and round, asleep in the ground. Shades of brown and gray... Work smarter, not harder. --Scrooge McDuck