The flames leapt higher and the fellow was dancing insanely about it when I arrived on the scene with my walkie-talkie and my fire
extinguisher. I jumped from the jeep before it stopped, kissed the driver and off she sped. I'd been sent by headquarters to look into a 'situation'. There, as expected, I saw a scene of unspeakable desecration. A grinning hulk of a figure was burning bibles in the little square before 'TICKETS'.
'Stop! Are you crazy? I said, running up. Do you know what you're doing? '?
'Yes', he giggled proudly, 'to both questions'.
'You are burning the Word of G
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