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| Prepare to prepare your anus for probing, pathetic earthling! | |
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| Anus? Probe? That doesn't sound very pleasant. What would Jesus do, my interstellar friend? | |
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| I insist! Bend over at once! | |
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| Do you think Our Lord God--who is the Creator of the whole universe, yours and mine-- would approve of you travelling across the galaxy probing anuses? | |
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| Look, I traveled all the way from Uranus to probe your anus and probe your anus I will! | |
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| Okay, but only if you dress up like the Pope. | |
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