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| ...Let... Me... Off... This... Fucking... Cross... Son... You... Bitch... *gasp* | |
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| Answer me this... Why were you such a cunt to me in the past!? If you had behaved like a normal sexualy depraved father, I wouldn't have retorted to nailing your ass onto a cross in the first place. | |
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| Look, you had me on this cross for three days, without food... The *one* day you released me, the first thing I saw was your aunt Jessie, and a slice of toast... I ate the two together... Oh shit... | |
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...Not A Happy Day For Sonny...
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| (!) I think I just excreted your aunt down the back of my leg (!)... | |
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