My Brothers! Forgive my tardiness! The JUST WORK Demon has kept me enslaved. With the preliminary service already begun, I shall open with a short prayer in lieu of an unholy invocation. Oh most Gluttonous Sanguine Lord, look with favor on your chosen servants and fill their fists, feet, knees and elbows with spite. May strikes be delivered with such force that the skin may part to deliver a Red Sea upon us. May veins and arteries be compressed and may bone and joints be bent at unnatural angles to invoke submission in your name. May the infidels who oppose you be forbidden to pray where they lay, stall on the wall, or throw strikes with intentions of scoring points as opposed to offering the consciousness of the receiver. In your name and with the words of the First Prophet has taught us we beseech thee to feast on Blood, Bone and Braincells..... ALL HAIL!