| [Bart and his microphone strike again. This time the victims are Rod and Todd Flanders.]
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| Bart: | | [on radio] "Rod! Todd! This is God!
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| Rod: | | How did you get on the radio?
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| Bart: | | Whaddya mean, 'How did I get on the radio?' I created the universe! Stupid kid.
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| [Rod and Todd quickly fall to their kness and clasp their hands.]
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| Todd: | | Forgive my brother. We believe you!
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| Bart: | | Talk is cheap. Here is a test of your faith. Walk through the wall; I will remove it for you!
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| [Rod makes the attempt and walks into the wall.]
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| Bart: | | Later. [laughs]
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| Todd: | | What do you want from us?
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| Bart: | | I got a job for you. Bring forth all the cookies from your kitchen and leave them on the Simpsons' porch.
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| Rod: | | But those cookies belong to our parents!
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| Bart: | | [grumbles] Look, do you want a happy God or a vengeful God?
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| Todd: | | [quickly] Happy God!
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| Bart: | | Then quit flapping your lip and make with the cookies!
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| Rod and Todd: | | Yes, sir!
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