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Heaven. God's house. By the pool.
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| Hey dad, what happened to the pool boy? | |
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| But I thought he loved it here. | |
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| ... Alright, I smote him. It's not by fault he was a dirty heathen. | |
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Hired help for god, the highest paying, and most dangerous, position in the afterlife. Are you worthy enough to clean God's pool filter?
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| Shit, that's just great. Who's going to dry off my cross now? | |
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