Our missles, who art in launchers
Hallowed be thy payload
Thy warhead come
Our enemies be done
In low sec
As it is in Empire
Give us this gank
Our daily gankAnd forgive us our ECM
But we won't forgive them that use them against us
And lead us not into bubbles,
But deliver us from scramblers
For thine is the thermal,
The explosive, And the kinetic
EMp

40 Thukkers arrive at the Pearly Gates in their explosions in girder factories.

St Peter goes into the gatehouse and phones up God, saying. 'I've got
40 Thukkers here. Can I let them in?'
God says 'We are over quota.' Go out and tell them to choose between
them who are the 12 most worthy, and I will let just thoes in.'

Less than a minute later St Peter is on the phone to God again.
'They've gone', he tells God
'What?' says God, 'All 40 of them?'

'No, the gates