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Little Sally Meets the Lord.
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| Howdya get up there, mister? | |
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| It's your fault, Sally. You're a sinner. All of you pathetic humans are sinners. I hate mankind. | |
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| You're not very nice, Jesus. You shouldn't corrupt the minds of children like that. | |
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| You displease me, Sally. Perhaps a display of my POWERFUL CHRISTIAN SORCERY is in order. Abraca-mmanuel! | |
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| He performed a miracle! He likes me! | |
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| I hope she doesn't think I LIKE her. | |
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