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I am coming at you live from Las Vegas, and Jehovah is telling me that it will not go into the history books that he, Jehovah, died for the serial killer, 29 God hater sins of the world in the year 2009.
"If you cannot travel through space and time correctly, you should not be using the name of Jehovah in vanity and self glory. You will kill the name of Jehovah, forever, and ever, Amon, I tell him."
"I don't care," he tells me. "I want to die with Jesus perfume in my hair and on my body."
"It smells like cheap perfume to me," I tell Jehovah.
"We will see," says Jehovah. "We will see." "You know, Marvin, I don't mind killing you right now in Nevada."
"It will add statue and glory to the name of Jehovah if you do kill me in Nevada," I tell Jehovah.
[Do not worry for Marvin, reader. The Gods and the Goddesses above Jehovah have tortured Zaphod Beetlebrox severely enough in the past so as to put the fear of killing a 29-God musical prodigy into him. He is talk, and that is all that any threats will amount to against me.]
