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The man gave names to all cattle, and to the birds of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for the man there was not found a helper fit for him.
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| And I'll call you... Reginald! | |
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So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and while he slept took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh;
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| AAIIYYIIIEEE!!!! Ow ow ow! OW! Medic! | |
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And the LORD God, "Sorry, buddy... you were supposed to sleep through that bit."
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| Could YOU sleep while someone was ripping your ribcage apart? I DIDN'T THINK SO!!!! | |
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