"No stakes, no bet. YouTube host, do whatever you want."
"No bets for us. We're good kids. Even if there are stakes, we won't bet—unless the YouTube host puts up the prize."
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"I'm betting the YouTube host's miserable life that there's no Hydra. If there is, Hydra can take his life."
"YouTube host, you're in danger. For your own safety, I suggest you seek refuge in our church and pray for God's protection. Now, everyone, repeat after me: 'Glorious Atom, I offer you these fragile bones. I lay this feeble body before your will. I beg you to make me your vessel and guide me into your light. Shatter every particle and bring comfort to this broken body. Through your radiant Radiance Furnace, grant new life to this fragile form that lives and dies in a day. Atom, come—please grace your lowly servant with your presence. We hold fast to Truth until the day of destruction—until the first light of dawn heralds your return to his wretched world.' ... Someone's knocking. They say they're here to fix my pipes. I'll get the door."
"YouTube host, ban the guy above! Where did this cultist come from? He's actually praying online for some unknown Evil God to descend. Isn't he afraid it'll cause a Disaster?"
"I don't know whether that guy two comments up will summon an Evil God, but I'm sure he's summoned the most mysterious government department. /smirk"
"I don't know whether the guy three comments up really got taken away, but I'm sure the two people above me don't know that prayer comes from the Church of the Atom in Fallout 4."
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