Everyone, the reapers are coming. Let us pray:
Our Shepard, who art in Mako, Cerberus is thy bane. In Normandy SR-2, thy reapers will come, on Earth and on Omega. Give us this day our daily Nova and forgive us our calibrations. As we forgive those, who ally with us against the reapers. Amen.
I got a prayer for ya. It goes:
Praise the Lord
and pass the ammunition.
Tell your friends we’re comin’ for them.
Amen. I’ll pray to that, and raise you one further.
When I fly through the debree in the shadow of the apocalypse,
I shall fear no Reaper.
For Garrus is with me.
Liara and Wrex, they’ve got my back.
Our Shepard opens a can of whoop-ass in the presence of our enemies.
We arm ourselves, thermal clips runneth over.
Surely awesomeness and victory shall follow us for all of our days.
And we will Take Back Earth. Forever.
*Lock and Load, Baby*