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| Phillip, my father: our lord and creator, needs you to go forth and spread the word of his kingdom. For it has been decreed that I gather twelve disciples and make them saints. | |
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| Saints? Did you say saints?? | |
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| No, I did not. You must be suffering from concussion. | |
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| Nothing! I deny all of these accusations! | |
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