Cheap! But Not As Cheap

So This Zealot Comes To My Door, All Glazed Eyes And Clean Reproductive Organs, Asking Me If I Ever Think About God. So I Tell Him I Killed God. I Tracked God Down Like A Rabid Dog, Hacked Off His Legs With A Hedge Trimmer, Raped Him With A Corncob, And Boiled Off His Corpse In An Acid Bath. So He Pulls An Alternating-current Taser On Me And Tells Me That Only The Official Serbian Church Of Tesla Can Save My Polyphase Intrinsic Electric Field, Known To Non-engineers As "the Soul." So I Hit Him. What Would You Do?

Good Morning Sinners. Vampiric Red Bull Intake In Pub Smoking Compound Commenced. Day Of Heavy Brain-fingering Ahead.

Cheap! But Not As Cheap As Your Girlfriend.

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I Grew Up In The 80s In England: We'd Wake Up Each Morning And Look Out The Window To See If The Government Had Finally Put Daleks On The Streets.