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A scary man call Alain crept up while you were passed out in the street, inebriated and boozed up. He sliced the number 69 from you while you were not capable of paying heavily for your sins, let alone attention, and used it for nefarious purposes on a Christ-mocking album of the solidly sordid industrial metal variety.
He did give it back as your suit names indicates, though, if perhaps a little tarnished? Sadly, the Lord will almost undoubtedly not be of much aid in this case of Significant Number Larceny. Sorry. Maybe try Lordi instead: he and his band look like they could give Ministry an arm wrestle - though Jourgensen and his gang of degenerates might use other people's limbs instead.
Weeping seems like the best option. |
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