And you don't owe your soul to the company store, so the old sixteen-ton-of-coal argument doesn't wash this time.
But the big omnipresent guy is attracted to the disturbance at the golden gates, and to stop the pathetic bleating about being-good-from-now-on blah blah life-dedicated-to-your-glorious-service blah blah he strikes a cheeky deal.
You will pass as the result of another. But you can choose the other!
You have the rare chance of choosing the way that you will go. But wait theres more! (And no that doesn't necessarily involve a set of steak knives in the back.)
Your choice must involve one of his creatures, great or small.
So what do you choose? The old reliable great white? The predictable but messy lion or tiger? A slimy end by garden slug? A billion tiny TV meals for a patient ant?
Me? Well just to be sure, to be sure, I have already made the choice should Santo Pedro pop the Q at the GG.
I want to go incrementally by the accumulated effects of the eternal lash of an anteater's long hot sticky tongue.
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