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