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| Jesus!! What are you doing here on Mars? | |
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| Oh, I'm not Earth Jesus, I'm Martian Jesus. | |
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| So you died for Martian sins? | |
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| Yep. And believe me, it's a weird bag. Like, on Mars, it's a sin to frottage your neighbor's cerebellum. Or to contemplate cottage cheese. | |
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| Wow, you were crucified here for shit like that? | |
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| Oh, there's no crucifiction on Mars. Only death by oonga-boonga. | |
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