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A troubled Billy discusses something his mother said with his Sunday School teacher.
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| Well, hello, Billy. How are you today? | |
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| I'm okay, Mr. Rex, but today my mother told me you couldn't possibly exist because of Jesus. | |
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| Well, Billy, your mother is only half right. You see, after God made the dinosaurs, he got sick of them and decided to send his son Jesus down to destroy them with lasers. | |
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| Oh. Huh. Well, I never read anything about that in the Bible. | |
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| Well, that's because killing dinosaurs is far too violent for the Holy Book. Now, today we're going to discuss the final Plague when all the first born sons of Egyptian heathens were killed. | |
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