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u'<font size="13" color="#bfffffff">We are the seekers of the Holiest of Holy, </font><font size="13" color="#ffffffff"><b>Bob</b></font><font size="13" color="#bfffffff">, the Almighty Overseer of W-Space, First of <b>His </b>Name, Maker of Rolling Holes and Breaker of Static Chains.<br>We drift through the void in flaming pod goo, chanting <b>His</b> sacred name, hurling the less worthy into the gaping maw of <b>His</b> cosmic glory. Their loss is not in vain, for each wreck is a hymn, each corpse a communion wafer, each polarized timer a prayer.<br><b>Bob</b> knows we are coming. <b>He</b> feels the ripples of our probes, hears the pings of our d-scan, smells the faint aroma of over-heated microwarpdrives. <b>He</b> knows that we will not stop. We will not waiver. We will not falter. We will keep scanning, rolling, and jumping until we gaze upon <b>His</b> divine bookmark.<br>Do not fear, fellow w-space traveler. Bob sees you, cloaked or not. <b>Bob</b> judges your fit. <b>Bob</b> laughs at your polarisation timer. And if ever you doubt your course in the infinite void, remember the sacred question that guides all faithful pilots: \u201cWhat Would <b>Bob</b> Do?\u201d<br>Ameen.</font>'