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| I have decided to go spread the word of Christ to the Soviets. I wish to... teach the children there. | |
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| Very well, then. But, take care, Brother Marten, for the Soviets are not like us. Their ways are strange. | |
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| Why hello there, little bus boy, can I interest you in some ca- | |
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| Da, da. No need for speakink, priest. I have already been of druggink your food. | |
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| wtf? | |
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| In Soviet Russia, little boys rape you! | |
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