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| You know, everyone's running around celebrating my supposed "birthday", but they don't understand what it was all about. In the beginning, I was just a small guy...a nobody. | |
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| Heck, I had to make crucifixes for the Romans just to get some attention. That's when I began to notice my powers and I heard the voice telling me I was God's son. I had the Holy Ghost within me. | |
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| And when you're the Son of God, it's just that much easier to mentally explode the heads of those bastard kids who kept stealing my best hammers. | |
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