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the killer awoke before dawn, put his bunnysuit on, and then he walked on up to the clouds...
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| so let me get this straight... you sent your only son, but you could have as many as you want, anytime you wanted them. furthermore, you didn't suffer from sending him to die... because you're god. | |
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| that's right, but don't forget the kicker... he never really died anyway! | |
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and he went to the room where his bullshit father was, and said..."father", "yes son",
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| and you pulled this stupid prank when people all over the earth have sent their loved ones to die for real, and suffered terribly for it. furthermore, many could never have any more children at all. | |
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| what can i say? that's the way the cookie crumbles... | |
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"i want to..." then he chopped the 'holy shit' out of him. this is the end, bunnyman's only friend... the end.
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