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No, no, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. And that is all I have to say about that.
What kind of dumbass keeps a handy bottle of poison in the medicine chest, right next to the cough syrup?
"If a Jelly Fish Could Slap a Rat in the Face," it would probably majorly piss the rat off and the rat would retaliate by gnawing off one of the jellyfish's tentacles. And then the jellyfish would sting the rat's mouth. Then the rat would be all, "Kung-fu chop, sucka!" and the jellyfish would get him back by lighting his tail on fire. The the rat would dress up as a girl jellyfish in order to distract the rat so he could drop a safe on his head. It would probably devolve from there into an all out Itchy & Scratchy-esque bloodbath.
Wait, what were we trying to sell, again?
"No Risk of Any Kind" - other than the risk of being mistaken for the Pope and being expected to absolve sins and say stuff in Latin and other Pope-y things the Pope does.
Also, this Pope guy seems to have a second strange earlobe underneath his regular earlobe. Ew.
My eyes! MY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYES!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Oh, the exsquisite revulsion.
I'll be okay. I promise. Just give me a few... lifetimes.
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