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| Hey Jesus, your cousin Phil is at the door. He wants to hang out. | |
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| Ugh, what a doof. Make up some excuse for why I'm not here.... | |
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| ....after all, what's the worst that could happen.... | |
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| Sorry Phil, Jesus, uh, got crucified by the Romans. Yeah, that's it. He's not here. He's dead. | |
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| CRUCIFIED? Why'd you tell him that? I have a family party to go to next week, he's going to see me alive there!! | |
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| Relax, this is the Bronze Age. Just paint your palms red and tell him you got resurrected. It happens all the time nowadays. | |
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