By golly, ol' man Minos can't have an easy time sorting all the weirdos passing through....wonder what
he did to get such an ungratifying day job (was there something about feeding young boys to the minotaur, maybe...guess he didn't manage to gloss over that: "Aww c'mon...junior s'gotta eat, ya know. Got the apetite of a freakin' bull, hah-hah! Ahem.")
I guess things would be much simpler in robot heaven, when the only creed is:
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10 sin
20 GOTO hell
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