After Mohammad and the Jews had ordered my brother to be a child rapist mass murderer or go to place worse than hell forever, he lost hope and became a terrorist for Al Qaeda.
He went to suicide bomb Yonge and Bloor subway station in Central Toronto, but the bomb failed to detonate. Hearing this news from him, I killed him.
Bahahah. Now I have my little Chechen cave slave, Jimmy, who looks enough like my former brother James (who I hope will be my brother again in heaven), that I am relatively safe from prosecution.
;)
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