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| *GASP!* *GASP!* STOP MOVING SO THAT I CAN KILL YOU PROPERLY! | |
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| Benedict, you can't kill me. I am your Lord and Savior. And besides, we're all dead up here in heaven. | |
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| That's what I've been trying to tell you. Verily I say unto you, blessed are the meek, for they shall inh-- | |
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| I knew it. You're one of those door-to-door Bible salesmen. Your white suit threw me off for a while. | |
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