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| I have to paint the confessional today. And, uh... roast myself alive. | |
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| Roast... self... alive... gngogh... | |
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| No!!! NO!!! The CROWNING GLORY of my SCIENTIFIC ACHIEVEMENTS -- INCINERATED!!! | |
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| Smell that nauseating stench of roasted human flesh, everyone? That's Billy's fault. He's the world's most horrible altar boy. | |
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| Don't listen to him, everyone! He's a really, really bad priest! | |
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