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| Oh boy oh boy oh boy... Dead! Where's St. Peter... I gotta give God a piece of moi mind... | |
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| God is dead. You will reside for eternity in his decomposing lower intestinal tract. | |
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| I'd like to file a formal complaint... | |
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| Your midgethood is the least of my concerns, little man. | |
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