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| So then, here we are. Me, an all-powerful, omnipotent creator, who's bulding a world before your very eyes, and you, a snowman named Hootie. | |
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| Oh, am I? Thank's for the reminder, friend. | |
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| Where's your "Oh-so-fucking great, uber powerful, all-seeing God" now? | |
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| Oh fuck! I mean... Heh, uh, hello there, God! How goes it? Uh... How's business with the ladies? IT WAS HIM! | |
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| Dude, you're clearly the pencil. Do you think a humble little snowman named Hootie would have the physical, nay, psychological capacity to build a world as truely huge and evil as this? | |
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