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| You have been cured of your affliction. I am the Lord, your God. | |
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| I have laws that I will carve upon stone tablets. You will bring them to your people. | |
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| What? The people at the casino? | |
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| No. The people of your homeland. The poor slaves that toil amongst the whips of the slave masters. | |
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| Oh, you mean the people at the old folk's home. Fuck them. They're a bunch of assholes. Except for that male nurse that gives me a sponge bath. He's a hottie. | |
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