...and on the 7.4865E+12th day, the Lord created me. Then, he looked upon his work and saw that it had much hair, and a criminal sloping forehead. Then did the Lord blink several times and sigh, remarking "I gotta take a break. Can't seem to concentrate." Then, he drank. A lot.
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