🎾 [Intro] I never knew— Which clone I logged into... đŸȘ [Verse 1] I left my corp 'cause they called me a spy, Switched to my hauler, forgot I can’t fly. Meant to rat, but I warped to Tama gate— Now I’m in hull, and my implants just went to waste. 📩 [Pre-Chorus] And that’s about the time I jumped to my scout— But I’m in hisec, and forgot to cloak out. Nobody likes it when I hotdrop blues— Oops, that’s my alt again. What’s my main again? What’s my main again? 🌌 [Verse 2] I undocked fast in a Procurer named "Greg," Went for some ore, got blapped by a Tornado peg. I rage-typed "bot" in local, then Realized I killed that guy last night as “Mabel Ten.” 📩 [Pre-Chorus 2] And that’s about the time I logged in my ‘dictor— But I can’t remember which one’s the cloaky Victor. Nobody likes it when you feed your fleet— Guess I was drunk again. What’s my main again? What’s my main again? 🛰 [Bridge – Breakdown] Solo, no comms... Alt tabbed too long... Now I’m podded in a bubble by a Rifter blob... đŸ”„ [Final Chorus – Double] And that’s about the time I warped in a shuttle— Thinking I was cloaked, but I died mid-hustle. Nobody trusts me in a fleet again— My API's a mess... What’s my main again? What’s my main again? And that’s about the time I tried to FC— But all my fits were made in 2003. Nobody likes it when your DPS Is from a mining alt... What’s my main again? What’s my main again? đŸŽ€ [Outro – Spoken, deadpan] Wait... am I in highsec?