We need you still, mighty Jobu. For we must venture into a dark and dreary place, a house that has been the setting of so much grief, so much misery.
But not if you are with us.
Accept these cigars, a token of our appreciation...
Accept this rum, an expression of our devotion....
Accept our praise and gratitude. We know where we would be without you.
Confound our enemies, mighty Jobu!
May their curveballs hang before us, and be driven deep into the night.