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You're just settling down to read the news when *BLAM!* you take a Mind Bullet straight to the cranium from Pope Francis. Apparently you each have a different personal exegesis, and things need to be hashed out through violent telepathy. You pause, for a second, collecting your thoughts and decoding the packet. It's the Papa Himself, scoffing in your general direction, with one hand on his hat and the other flipping you off. Wait... there's more. Pope Francis sits down at his desk, pulls out Vatican Stationary, gets out the Papal Mont-Blanc, and draws a dickbutt. This is.. WHAT!? NO! He's named the Dickbutt "socks4hands" and hasn't even used capital letters! This will not stand. I sharpen my mind, get out my ironing board, finish ironing my will, and begin: @Pontifex, I think... Let's remind you what poping used to be about! Maintaining the "@Pontifex" character selection in my mind, I watch the following video, unblinking. I sense his weakness, and pain. The word of God is just a voice in your head, right, Francis? Well, I'm one too and I'm louder! Don't gently caress with Telepaths. Roll video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4lYR30oETI Sing Along fucked around with this message at 06:34 on Mar 1, 2017 ---------------- |
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