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lord, may I interrupt?
yes, archangel, what is it?
we received a card from ba'al, lord.
a card? as in a greeting card?
yes, lord. I didn't even know we had mail delivery here.
yes. strange. well, what does it say?
he wants to know if you're happy with the car.
what car?
you know, the used mercury you bought from him a while ago.
I only did that to get him off my back!
yes, well it's called customer relations, lord.
ba'al, the former feared god of the canaanites, now worries about customers?
that's what used car salesmen do, lord.
I suppose.
shall I respond?
god, no. toss it.
isn't that somewhat rude, lord?
the customer is always right, archangel.
is that really so, lord?
it is when I'm the customer.
that's hard to argue, lord.
thought you'd agree.