"Dude, no!" you squeak "You've gotta help me! Please!!!"
"Help you? Why should I do that? I think it would be much better if you lived with me, your new god! How about I pack my bags and we go home. I'll tell Orlando that my grandmother is sick."
Jesse begins to walk to his room with you in his fist. As he is walking down the hall he runs into Orlando. As he does he:
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