Bob,s Prayer

Our Bob,
who art in holes,
Hallowed be thy J-Tag.
Thy system effects come,
Thy sigs be scanned,
In statics as they are in home.
Give us this day our daily content.
And forgive us our carebearing,
As we cleanse those who carebear in turn.
Lead us not into K-space.
But deliver us from Local.
For thine is the unknown,
The tears,
and the salt,
For ever and ever.
D-Scan.