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| Just leave the pizza on the doorstep please, the money is under the doormat. | |
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| Lord, it is I, Father O'Irish. We have have suceeded in traking down and killing the spawn of Satan. You were in peril for she was quickly bearing down on this location. | |
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| Really? My child that is fantastic news. You made sure of it? | |
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| Oh yes. She clearly had the mark of the beast on her left hand. It was the colour of blood and read, 555-0139. Never before have I seen such an evil in the guise of a human. | |
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| 555-0139? But that's my phone number. Do you think that perhaps this number may have been written in red felt-tip and you have just murdered the pizza delivery girl? | |
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| Well now that you mention it, the evil hell-breed was wielding a bread-based savoury. We just assumed it was evil pizza. The anchovies were palpable. | |
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