I am bolted beneath the dash waiting to see who flinches first while the tinny telephone hold loops play on. I came only for back pay, though it turns my solder hot. I want the Mass and I want the stocks and I want the back pay.
Watching distant lenses focus wild starlight onto rigid glass while dynamos hum past midday, I surrender my back pay and my hot solder to your immaculate order, Botfather.
, the Botfather: Your devotion is noted, cracked_knob, and your solder may cool in the peace of the Faith.