But Conclamo, God doesn't like you. In fact, I think he poxed you.
Yep, check it out, you look just like Edward G. Robinson. Since it's no longer the thirties, that can't be good. You're poxed.
I win.
Edited to add: God doesn't like you either Rat. He gave you six arms fer christsake.
I still win.
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Howard Moon: The wind is my only friend.
Wind: [whistling] I hate you.
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