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| All of this is yours, my only son. All of creation. | |
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| Even that titty bar down there? Dig it. | |
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| Boy, I'll make you a deal. If you stop trying to forgive that gaggle of hookers every damn day, I might just keep this pitchfork out of your ass. | |
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| Sorry, father. Sometimes I just have this irresistable urge to cleanse. | |
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