Wula has proven his mettle time and time again, digging us out of ditches of our own making, and hoisting us up by our bootstraps. Many a night he has carried us on those broad, sparkly, tier shoulders. 

What will we be, without his consecrate? That golden circle of goodness emanating from his bosom, straight down his pantleg and spilling out on to his foes in an epic radius of holy fury...

We must stand tall against this injustice! Stand with the Light! Stand, with Wula!