And the prize for this here contest goes to Mr. Brycekain for revealing what could very well be the most horrifying outcome of doing a solid for satan:
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| Phil, you gotta help me! I lost my ass on the presidential election betting on Hilary! You're rich. Can you float me some money? | |
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| Every time you run into financial problems you always come to me for help. You're Satan! Can't you just produce money out of thin air? | |
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| Look, I don't have time for this, Mr. Robertson. Are you going to front me the money or not? | |
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| Fine. But I want something in return... | |
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| Welcome back to the all new Duck Dynasty! | |
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Had a hard time picking this time around, I was tempted to give it to Zmann but he lost points because, really, I wouldn't beat him up. I'd encourage him to go farther out, farther still, no, Zmann, not that far, you'll hurt yourself!
Take it away, Brycekain!