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After telling 'Comedy Dave' where to go, Jesus soon becomes bored once again. This is his moment of glory! Where are all the well-wishers and adoring fans?!
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| Twats, the lot of 'em! I swear, when I tell my Dad about this he's gonna be laying down some serious 'natural disasters'. That'll teach the lazy, ungrateful shits. | |
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| Oi! Police dude! Are you my comedy stripper? Underneath that uniform are you a buff blonde in a bikini? Wooop! Come on then - get yer tits out, get yer tits out, GET YER TITS OUT FOR THE LADS! | |
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| Sir, I can assure you, I am no such thing. I've come here to investigate reports of illegal chariot racing down that there hill. | |
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| Although... I've always been a fan of yours Mr Christ... If there was anything I could do to make your last few hours a bit more, errm, 'comfortable'... you know you only have to ask. | |
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| Right now I just don't care. Now show me how you work that truncheon, baby! Yeahhhh! | |
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