Our Mad God, Who art in Anoikis, Bob be they name. Thy sleepers come, Thy will be done. In k-space as here in home. Give us today a useful static, And forgive our poor fits.
As we gank those that blob against us. Lead us not into ore sites, but deliver us some Exotic Dancers*.
For Thine is the Wolf-Rayet, the Red Giant, the Pulsar, and the Cataclysm