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| Jesus, I brought you all my material possesions. Will I go to Heaven now? | |
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| Uh, sure. Just put the money over there and have a drink of my blood | |
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| Hey, this blood tastes a lot like Kool-Aid! And it's blue. | |
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| What? You dare question Jesus? Get outta here, before I send you to Hell! | |
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| Phew, I thought that chump would never leave. Get me off this thing so we can go score some drugs. Hey, what will you do for twenty bucks? | |
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| Pretty much anything but anal | |
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