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| You wanted me to do something, Dad? | |
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| Yeah, son. Go down to Earth and pop yourself out of a nice virgin. | |
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| Do a couple of parlour tricks, you know, cure the lepers, do that trick with the loaves and fishes, harp on peace and so on and piss off the Romans a little bit. | |
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| Confuse them with mumbo-jumbo and get yourself nailed to a cross, where you can die a horrible death of dehydration and exposure. | |
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| Any particular reason for all this work, Dad? | |
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| Does it matter? I'm your Dad, I made you out of nothing. I'll do whatever I want with you. | |
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