What I should have said to the Mormons was, "I know what God's plan is. God wants me to go to Fiji and open a sausage and doughnut stand... I'm just waiting for my master's to clear."
I had a dear friend once who attempted to convert me via Chick tracts. It was the worst thing a well-intentioned fundie could have done to an overimaginative (and information-absorbing) kid. I know he had my Immortal Soul in mind, but unfortunately Chick tracts only convince the terminally confused, mentally ill and idiotic. A buddy of mine and I turned a bunch of them into terrible radio plays.
I never told my friend, and never will. But those radio plays were a hoot to do.
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I never told my friend, and never will. But those radio plays were a hoot to do.