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After a loud flash Father Pious is sent form our wold..to Roman times
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| Hellow My son How can I help you? | |
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| What the Hell? Can't he see that I am Jesus himself? | |
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| My son, I can see you are suffering. Please let me help you | |
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| You could help me by taking me down from here..or leaving me the Hell alone..Oh Dad...I hope he's not one of 'those' priests | |
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And after a lenghty time of trying to help Jesus, Father Pious blesses him.
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| In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost, I bless you kind sir..and may your prediciment change | |
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| That's it I'm getting the f(beep) out of here | |
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