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| Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life... | |
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| Hey you! Jesus! That's enough miricalin' out of you, hot-shot! | |
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| You don't recognize me? I'm Adam. I'm sick of you getting all the press these days. I get one book, and you get a whole TESTAMENT! Well no longer, hippy! Prepare for a good Old-Testament beatin'! | |
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"Ow! No hair-pulling, hippy!" "Don't make me tell my dad!" "Brat!" "Fossil!" "Ow!" "Jerk!" "Cannnibalistic media whore!!"
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| Uh, hey, John... let's leave this part out of the text, whadda ya say? | |
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| Which part? The fight thing or the "eat my flesh" stuff? 'Cause that's kinda gross. | |
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