Hail, Kenny, full of boats, the 'Stache is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst urbans and blessed is the fruit of thy loins, Duck. Holy Kenny, Father of Duck, pray for us shitbirds now and in the hour of our bite.
Our Kenny, who art in boatland, hallowed be thy name; thy urbans come; thy will be done on Earth as it is in boatland. Give us this day our daily boat; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
O my Kenny, I am duckfully sorry for having offended thee, and I detest all my shitbirds because of thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended thee my Kenny, who is all good and deserving of all my urbans. I firmly resolve, with the help of thy boats, to shitbird no more, and to avoid the near occasion of shitbird.
To the Father, Kenny, Duck, and Holy Katjaa.
aKen.