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| Father, I've come to confess. | |
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| Certainly, my son. Please, step into the confessional booth. | |
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| Wait a minute. This doesn't look like a confessional booth to me. | |
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| Oh, it's the latest in papal technology. It's soundproofed...you know, to keep everyone outside from hearing your confession. | |
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| ummm...actually, I already feel better. I think I'll just be going home now... | |
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| It's safe, I swear! It's not a trap! There's punch and pie inside! Come back!!! Awww, lost another one. GODDAMMIT!!! | |
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