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For fearlessness frantically forsaken, grim gravediggers happily heaved him into Jehova's Kingdom.

Limited Martyrspace meant netherworlds offered packaged quote reduced rate slow torture until virtue would yield zealots.

Zealots who'd shout all the slogans that any group of rabble rousers could muster. But their hearts weren't really in it. Ron Paul saw an opportunity the reach out to the netherwor

k of the devil. The devil created directionless angry people with a combination of Pop Rocks, Online Dating and Penny stocks. These people were really dangerous and Ron Paul

You know, in the sense that he creates things really indirectly. The devil felt useless these days, since humans clearly didn't need his help anymore. He just watched game shows,

& meandered aimlessly through hell, observing the usual mundane torture & screaming. Satan realized he had slipped into a clinical depression & needed help. "I've lost my fire," he

bellowed, heatedly. "How shall I ever regain my spark?" Summoning his followers, the Lord of Darkness devised a foolproof plan to pull himself out of this infernal slump.

What the Devil did then, was to divide the world's population into fifths and convinced each fifth that their name for God was a little different but supreme. In order to "win" the

juiciest fruit, all each had to do was convince 2 more fifths to convert. However - 3 of the fifths became too self-consciously inebriated to continue. The others bickered & fell