Our Missiles, which art in launchers, hallowed be your tier.
Thy target come.
Thy damage be done, as it is in space.
Give us this day our daily ISK.
Forgive us our overheats, as we don't forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into gatecamps, but deliver us from bubbles.
For thine is your target, the speed and the damage, forever and ever.
Blap blap toot toot