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And lo, for every Wednesday night, Satan, Cthulhu, Jesus, and the Reaper gather for a game of poker. Needless to say, drunken boasting usually comes into play.
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| Okay, I call. I have two Queens and a bunch of people who sacrifice goats to me. | |
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| I've got two pair, jacks and tens, and I wake occaisionally and my dreams influence people to dipict my image, slay, and form cults. | |
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| I've got a straight flush and billions of faithful worshipers. Beat that! | |
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| Shit... just pair of fives and this rusty scythe. Remind me why I play with you guys again? | |
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