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Next topic is the war in Syria. -What? -The war.

-What? -The war in Syria. -What is he talking about?

-The war in Syria. -In Syria. -With Cynthia?

She's helpless. She can't help but be feisty. No, God.

The war in Syria! Syria! -Oh, Syria!

-Exactly. You know it, right? It's worth a visit.

Aleppo is so cute! Aleppo is not even a city anymore. It's devastated because of the war.

Who used to love it there was John the Evangelist. -Nice. -He went nuts there!

He loved to eat Brazilian grapetree. He would climb the trees and eat it straight from it. -Nice.

. . -There's a lot of these trees there.

-Not really. -And also Brazilian cherry. -They don't have it there.

-Blackberry! They had blackberries! I'm positive!

He'd climb the trees to watch the sunset. Your uncle Harold and I invented it. Right, God.

Harold wanted it to be a grayish orange. I said, "Harold, are you insane? It's either orange or gray.

" Can we go back to the discussion? So. .

. We have to come up with a solution. I just want to add something.

. . -Ok, spill it.

-Regarding. . .

-Syria. -Exactly. Syria.

I believe that. . .

I think. . .

-Saint Peter, he fell asleep. -Fuck! God!

Poke him, will you? -Did I die? -No, you're immortal.

So, continuing. . .

We need to come up with a solution for Syria. -There's only one option. -It's wet here.

What? -A pipe burst. -What burst?

-It's all wet. -Sait Peter, he wet his pants. Can you change him, Michael?

No, you do it. Shit! Where is he?

Michael, he wasn't supposed to leave! He's old. He'll fall.

He'll get hurt! He's too old to walk by himself! Saint Peter, I told you.

Since the Black Death, he's not the same. He doesn't know better. He can't be in charge.

Let's find him first. Then, we'll figure it out. Everyone, let's pray.

Our Father, Who art in Heaven, -hallowed be Thy name. -Bless you! Hold him!

Don't you leave! Hold him! -You're hurting me!

-Calm down. -He's stealing money from me. -Oh, no!

I'm not changing him. Done. I figured your Syria problem.

I sent it to Allah. God? -I'm here!

-Holy shit! Fuck! God, come back here, man!

-Okay? -Look at me! Come back here!

Holy fucking Christ! I give up! I give up!

I'm going home. I'm not gonna look for kids anymore. -It's time for me to go home.

. . -Check this out!

Come back here, you son of a bitch! Damn it!