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And lo, God spoketh to Noah.
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| Noah, thou must maketh a boat, and take two of every animal, for I shall flood the world and cleanse it of sin. | |
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| How about I ram a cactus up your ass, you stupid fucking retard. | |
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God spelled out his plan.
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| For you are a good man, Noah. I shall spare your life, and the life of your family. | |
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| You cunt bastard shiteater. My wife died of cholera, my eldest son killed by a rampaging buffalo, and the other two sons are engaged in an incestuous relationship. | |
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God soon realised Noah had been posting on VS, and had picked up some bad habits.
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| Stop whining and build the fucking boat. | |
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| GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD! OMG JESUS WAS A MYTH! THE BIBLE IS FICTION! YOUR OPINIONS ARE WORTHLESS! | |
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