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 | Reverend, I need to confess some sins. | |
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| That's what I'm here for, my son. Fire away. | |
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| It's kind of embarrassing... I really don't want anybody finding out about this... | |
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| My son, the confession is a sacred trust between man and God. You have my word as a man of Christ that not a word of this will get past me, so don't you worry about a thing. | |
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| ...so don't you worry about a thing. | |
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| Nice work. Now ask him if he's a filthy terrorist. | |
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