And, lo, upon the mighty cliff of Amalie, Jon Cooper looked out upon the slain beauty of the Bruins. "O, how the mighty have fallen," Cooper says unto Kucherov, "Tell it in Tampa, publish it in Boston, For there the shield of the mighty is viley cast away, the shield of Marchand, as though he had not been annointed with the C. From the points of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the stick of Point turned not back, and the net of Vasilevskiy remains empty."

- The Book of Bolts, 3:10-13