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| Cthulhu, you never answered me. Why am I still a skeleton? | |
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| Are you fucking kidding me? Ask yourself that question, fatty. | |
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So Ryan buys a round-trip ticket and takes the bus to heaven, where he finds God, who is preoccupied trying to pull a nail out of his forehead
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| Wow, heaven is piss yellow. So, God, why am I still a skeleton? Couldn't I be something cool? Also, are you retarded? | |
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| Nope on both counts. Anyway, Cthulhu requested I keep you like that. Can't argue with Cthulhu. | |
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Defeated, Ryan returns home.
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| I JUST CAN'T WIN, GHANDI, I JUST CAN'T WIN. | |
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| Maybe we could start a revolution, Che Guevara style? | |
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