GUY: "Hey...want some bread?"
OTHER GUY: "No thank you."
GUY: "It's rye!"
OTHER GUY: "Where did you get it?"
GUY: "From my church. It's fresh."
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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
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THEY'RE EATING JESUS!!!
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