Chapter 9: Solitary, Poor, Nasty, Brutish, and Short
Midnight Burger
The God of Hanging Out
"I would make a pretty good God. No fire or brimstone? Just the God of hanging out, right?" "Yeah! What he said! Oh, look at him. Such a hottie!" 'Good luck controlling the world,' says Leafy as Effie and Zeb are returned to their proper place.'If you have a little black book, please burn it!' she adds in exasperation. The radio goes dead with no sound coming from inside the prison.
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