Bob is my shepherd, I shall not want.
Bob makes me lie down in active chains;
Bob leads me cloaked beside AFK Carriers;
Bob restores my heat damage.
Bob leads me in right paths for the daily gank.
Even though I walk through the chains
of the Nullbears of K space,
I fear no scrams;
for you Bob is with me;
your blaster and your ECM--they comfort me.
You prepare a gank before me
in the presence of your enemies;
Bob anoint my head with nanite paste;
my Ammo overflows.
Surely combat and wrecks shall follow me
all the session changes of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of Bob
forever.