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| Look Jesus, I've got no beef with you. I don't mean to piss you off. | |
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| Don't you realize the sacrifices I've made for you? | |
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| Well, yeah. You're born, I get presents. You die, I get candy. It's a pretty genius plan. | |
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| That was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it? | |
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| Damn. You really do deserve to be in hell. | |
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