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| Yea, though I walk through the valley of Death, I will have no fear... | |
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| No fear? What if we run into Satan and his legion of demons? | |
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| No fear... My Lord shall protect me! | |
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| What if we, say, run into a fat, naked Rosie O'Donnell and one of her guards puts a gun to your head and makes you eat out her crusty butthole? | |
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| Is there something you're not telling me, Death? | |
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