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| let�s have a go on the new computer. It�s completly free with a packet of cornflakes and has several things near it such as my hands. I�m just getting used to typing on it at the moment really. No.....really! Oh how funny. This is my half term break so I don�t care what I write. It brings home the office environment, somthing the cat needs every so often. I�m writing bollocks. No.....really! Adam �We�d best leave that out� Cal suggested. �For the first draft of the bible we could actually neglect the whole afterlife thing. Maybe Adam won�t notice it�s missing and we won�t have to do anything about it.� �We�ll get the outline document to Adam in the next couple of days.� Goebells suggested he devised some kind of publicity campaign. Long hard days passed, but enough about Bill Clintons willy. A bible was drafted and redrafted and a compact version given to Adam. The advisors were tense as the document was being scanned through and nervously waited for his approval. �There�s still the problem of Adam.� Cal continued �We need to make this religion worth beliving in. We need to reasure people, quell their fears and make a profit out of it. Let�s make an afterlife.� � Some will belive in you no matter how much crap is thrown at them. We want people who�ll belive in us no matter how blatantly contracictory the other sources are. When they invent science it�s usually a problem as we want devoted subjects. �They�re in for a shock� said God �I can�t afford to make it.� This causes an uneasy air around the room. �We need a sanctory to get people to belive in us.� �Sure, we�ll say there�s an after death life. People will belive but by the time they find out they�ll be dead.� we�ll send them all to the other place, the shitty place. They can do my laudry. said our loving father. �That is so out of order, We can�t do that. Think of the complaints� �They won�t be allowed into Christianity or any of the others after mis spending their life. They�ll be stuck around the house, or something.� �There will be an afterlife� God says patting his wallet �It�ll be called death. We won�t let them know�. . �Fine� says Cal, wearing a newly developed sly smile, she takes it off and puts in on the table. Nothing strange about removable faces, apart from when they�re on back to front. No no no no no� Cal interupts �I�ve been working on a proposal. I�ve put a bit of thought into this one. ADD DESCRIPTION. All this needs to be put into our bible. natural disater. God leans from the sky and fixes it with selotape. �that�ll do� he says. |
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