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| I think I will rape this girl and cut off her hands and her tongue! For JESUS! | |
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| There's no way Titus will ever be able to blame us for it! JESUS will protect us! | |
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| CURSE YOU! I will grind you up and make your entrails into a pie! JESUS tells me to! | |
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| I die for my sins of rape and multiation, but still, JESUS is my Cool Rider! | |
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| MMM-MMM! I love pie made of the minced of bones and viscera of rapists! JESUS loves pie! | |
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| He sure does, my son. Especially poontang pie. | |
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