The Administrator's Prayer
Our Stan, who art in in the Middle of Frakkin' Nowhere, hallowed be his mop.
Thy corridors long, thy mop has come, to clean up the grit on Galactica.
Give us this day our neutral tone, let us not nuke the newbies or the veterans,
And forgive us our anal retentiveness with policy, as we forgive those who forget policy,
Lead us not into revert wars, blocks and Requests for Comment, but guide us to the lemon-scented cleanliness of categorized germane articles and thoughtful support of contributor's insight.
For you give us the Pine-Sol and the bucket, forever and ever...
So say we all. --Spencerian 10:17, 29 November 2006 (CST)