One dark night in old Hag town,
A retriever sat mining, wearing a frown.
The pilot of which developed a tick,
For a 'cane was there, being a dick.

As Steve flew off into the night,
Aggrieved and feeling up for a fight,
Kwin stepped in with the name of the game,
Which was to cause Adrianna some well earned pain.

The old griefers turned on the heater,
For the road was cold on the way to Jita.
On a tight budget from the bank,
They built their ships with which to gank.

Before they knew it they were back in town,
Ready to mow this miner down.
Then the gankers set off in warp,
Ready to kill without second thought.

With guns over heated, Steve opened fire,
The retriever's state was critically dire.
Kwin stepped in to finish the game,
Sending the pod up in a flame.

Adrianna's words didn't impress,
As every excuse was a bit of a mess.
I'm from null, it's an alt, you're a troll,
He just kept digging into a hole.

His tears were clear, he was an actual mess,
The chance of the war dec was a little less.
As he ranted on he started to bore,
For these old griefers had heard it before.

But before they knew it the victim was back,
Piping up with some local chat,
The griefers asked whether it would pay,
To hear what this miner would say.

Once again our miner had shown,
That letting go was, to him, unknown.
Despite recieving another strong slap,
He again invited us for a chat.

"Stfu you idiot fucking high sec nub",
Was as intelligent as he got, in this little chat stub.
Even his friend hung him out to dry,
They just wanted to hear him cry.

So what did he think he would attain,
When he came out in a retriever again?
Because Doc was waiting on olg Hag Town Road,
And made another retriever explode.

So what's the moral of this little story?
What will take you to fame and glory?
Well, your mouth can get you into trouble,
And if you cry and whine about it, it will double.