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Somewhere in the Sky over Golgatha, early thirties, A.D.
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| Forgive me father, for they....hey, what's the dilly, yo? | |
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| Greetings, Earth-Man. We have abducted you from your execution. | |
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| Shit, you've got to get me back there. I have to die for the sins of mankind, so that the people can reenter their covenant with God. | |
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| Sorry, we're already out of orbit and we've got some dynomite probes all ready for you. | |
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| Oh, well, I guess Earth will have to settle for that Muslim shit that's coming up in a few hundred years. | |
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| Try to relax, Mr. Christ. Just think about the nails embedded in your arms and legs...this is going to be a little cold. | |
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