Bill Kochman
BK> I offered you the FACTS according to God's Word which you have
BK> rejected. Since you don't want the True Facts, you obviously
BK> want me to tickle your ears with lies. Sorry dude, try wasting
BK> someone else's time, and not mine! I'm not a snake catcher!

Curtis Johnson
cj> "And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name
cj> they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they
cj> will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly
cj> poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands
cj> on sick people, and they will get well." (Mark 16:17-18)
cj> Should I pour?

Jason Desjardins
jd> Hmm. *This* should get interesting... [grin].

Fredric Rice
A couple of the more friendly heathens within these non-existant walls have indicated a desire to prepare for door-to-door deity salesmen by having a vial of iodine or even Clorox bleach handy (the one with the nifty new enzymes in it.)

<knock><knock>

Heathen: Yes, may I be of service?

Cultist: We're here selling hatred and ignorance justifying it with our deity constructs and would like to know if you have read the word of our gods today?

Heathen: Why sure! In fact I was just doing so! I love thumbing through the bible and learning how to live right so that I don't rape, murder, burn, and pillage, you know.

Cultists: <beaming> That's just keen and super! What's your favorate passage?

Heathen: That would be Mark 16, 17 through 18.

Cultist: Er, I don't think we're allowed to read that one. It is forbidden, you know. (Looks around to see if anyone's watching.) <whispers> What does it say?

Heathen: Here... Let me show you. <reads the passage>

Cultist: Holy mother of god! I didn't know that was in there!

Heathen: Well, you know we must follow the will of the gods so here! Here's a cup of iodine. Drink up... The guest is always served first in our house. Be my guest.

Cultist: <sputter> <clank> <whirl> But but but! <klank> <grind> But that's poison! (Fundy starts to smoke.) But I can't disobey the will of the gods!

Heathen: Here you go. Bottom's up. There's a good fundy.

Cultist: <gulp> <sip> <gulp> Argh! Save me, Jesus! Save me!

Jesus: Now why the fuck would I want to save an idiot stupid enough to drink poison?

Cultist: <gack!> Argh! <thud>

Heathen: Some of your father's creations are so stupid.

Jesus: Man, don't I know it! <pause> Chili dogs with cheese?

Heathen: Let's go!