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In spite of various precautions, the inevitable occured.
They started to fall in love.
And fall hard. It was sheer agony. Heart aching just to think of eternal beloved, "I can't go on! I MUST absolve myself of my sins to be worth of such a prize!" But how? How could
you have entered me into a competition where the first prize was an all-expenses-paid (dry-cleaning excluded) fantasy role-playing extravaganza donated by the Bishop-of-Southwark??????
There stood proudly his donation: 5 extra question marks. He had saved them up, to beat people with them whenever they would use too many. Now, his cassock in a twist and a painful grin on his face, he set out to bash some skulls.
They were too ignorant to look both ways before crossing the road and were squashed flat by an articulated lorry. The mess was smeared several hundred feet down the road and they had to be rolled up & buried in a communal grave, which no one ever visits.
The Bishop of Southwark
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JanW
Brogel