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| GOD 137! DON'T MAKE ME SMITE YOU WITH 137 KINDS OF SMOTE! | |
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| Sorry sir! So, um, what was it you wanted me to prophesise about? | |
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| You must form a punk band to spread my message! | |
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| That bastard God 182 has already formed one to spread his message of irrerverant stupidity! And I shall unto you give an assistant! | |
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