Jay:
Get offa me. I wanna see what's up. What the fuck is this shit? Who the fuck are you, lady? Why the fuck did you hug my head?
Metatron:
Quite a little mouth on him, isn't there?
Jay:
What the fuck is this, The Piano? Why ain't this broad talking?
Metatron:
I believe the answers that you seek lie within my companion's eyes.
Jay:
What the fuck does that mean? Has everyone gone fuckin' nuts? What the fuck happened to that guy's head? I want some...
[God kisses him on the cheek. Jay faints]
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