Many alliances on Planet Bob are organisms that sprout, that have been exposed to nearly infinite contradictions, tossing them to and fro in the course of time. As a consequence, some alliances have blossomed, while others have withered like flowers when the wintertime draws near. And there is a tree, augustly rising into the air amidst large, lush meadows and this tree is called Pacifica. Impervious to whatever force may look to fell her, this tree endures and its magnitude commands respect from those who behold it from afar.