Scannin's a good job mate; Challengin' work, outta high-sec; And I guarantee you'll not go hungry. 'Cause at the end of the day, as long as there's two sig's left on the scanner, Someone's gonna want someone probed.
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life."