| Father Droopert strikes again. |
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 | You may confess your sins to me my son. | |
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| I had an impure thought three weeks ago, for exactly 2 minutes and 17 seconds. It was about a nun and a porn star. | |
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| You have an oddly accurate recollection my son. | |
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| I wrote about it in my sinful thoughts journal. The one you told me to keep. | |
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| After you've performed eight thousand Rosemarie's, tell me more about the porn star. | |
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| I hope your robes won't be to warm in hell Father. | |
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