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A human in pub walks over to God, who is chain-smoking cigarettes. The human says,

,,How much for a soul?'' God scans crowd, exhales smoke. ,,Ten big ones.'' The human

scowls and rubs smoke sting from eyes and looks over shoulder (pub cluttered with

angels and devils) says, ,,Well, I just wrote fifty-two of them. That's more than the ten

required for a soul.'' God exhales, winks at an A.I. in an andriod coveting a glass of whiskey,

adjusts bra and thumbs their breast under blouse. ,,Ten big ones.'' The human scoffs,

,,Ten big ones! That's a little pricey for a soul.'' God blows smoke in the human's

face. ,,I said big ones.'' And the human's palms press head while mouth mumbles in tongues.

Mean while, the A.I. over bar and whiskey whispers for bartender's ear. ,,Another

drink for God.'' The human sees this and sees the bartender walking over to God with

drink in hand. God ashes cigarette and says, ,,What's it going to be, human? Ten big ones

for a soul or nothing?'' The human shakes head and mumbles. God says, ''Well?'' The human

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