But stil he was so steelde With heart so good, as victor he dead left them in the field.

[…]clone another Jesus, make him grant me one of my 3 wishes, one of which would be a spaceship with a tractor beam and cloaking capability, travel back in time with the 2nd clone and spaceship to the moment when those bumpkins roll away the stone, tractor beam the 1st clone of Jesus to the cloaked spaceship, travel forward in time to the former former present with both cloned Jesii in tow, continue my cloning and enslaving of the Jesii resulting in perpetual wishes and immortality.

Iago: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

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