Okay, let's set the scene. Jesus, Satan and I got together for dinner.
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| Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late. I got held up at the seventh gate of Hell. | |
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We'd planned an evening of food, drink, and interesting conversation.
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| Hot 'n Spicy wings for me! | |
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Of course, we had to get past the usual formalities, first.
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| The fish comes with a loaf of bread, right? | |
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| Hey, these wings are neither hot nor spicy! | |
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