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| Oh, the pain. Father, I am ready to come home. | |
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| I got a letter here for someone named Jesus? | |
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| Right here. My hands are punctured by large rusty nails just now, do you mind reading it to me? | |
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| "Dear Son, The whole resurrection plan may might have to wait. I may have lost my omnipotence in a game of poker. Sorry to hang you out to dry, so to speak." | |
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| Fiddlesticks. Do you have a tetanus shot handy? | |
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| Wait there's more... "I mean really, why NOT go all in with pocket Aces. Do you know the odds on a hand like that?" | |
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