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| Hello, God? It's me, crime-fighting Evel Knievel... | |
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| Pardon me, son, if I talk with food in my mouth, but I did create the universe. Now what can I do for you? | |
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| Well, I can't find my P'Zone. It was there before I died, but now... Well, what's the word on the street? | |
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| I haven't heard a thing. Good luck with finding your P'Zone. | |
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| You'd think being omnipotent you'd have heard... wait... why do I smell crappy canned sauce and reheated pepporoni on your breath? | |
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| I cooked up a Boboli pizza with Fatty Arbuckle earlier. I swear to me! | |
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