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The Liberator, Martin Luther King, runs into Archangel Gabriel one night outside a seedy nightclub in Purgatory.
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| Yo Gabriel man, how's it hangin'? Everything swinging like fo' real in da pearly white house like u know what i'm sayin ma man? | |
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| Everything's fine, Mr. Luther King. | |
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| Dance. Look cool. Make like you don't give a damn. | |
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| Still haven't got your transfer out of here then? | |
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| Gabe, what's heaven like? | |
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| Er, its alright...if you're into the harp. And you get this mean sword when you've been a member for 6,341 years. | |
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