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| Bless me Father for I have yadda yadda yadda-ed. | |
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| My son, forgive me, but it does not seem as though your heart is in this confession. | |
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| Very astute, Father Boyfondler. I've just killed so many people that I don't really feel it's that big of a deal anymore. | |
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| You have committed more than one murder? This is most certainly the highest of all God's laws that you have broken. Human life is, after all, precious. | |
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| Yeah, well why don't you go hang out at a Souper Salad on a Tuesday around lunch time and tell me if you still feel that way. | |
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