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 | Hello there, My Son. I'm father Alphonse, here to sanctify the building as part of your company's "faith outreach program". | |
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| You, sanctifying? frankly I'd rather have none of it. | |
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| H...how can you say that? I've been a good preist for many years! I've even risked ex-communication for turning in my brothers when they defiled young parishoners! | |
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| i'm not faulting your character, it's merely that the symbol of your fath, is a punctured, broken, bleeding corpse that was magjically reanimated. I have a strong personal dislike of what ammounts to zombie worship | |
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| Go forth, and eat a dick, my son. | |
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| In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Vado Intereo Una Incendia | |
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