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God Vs Satan

Round 1
In 1869, the Chicago and Western's steam train 'The Liberty' was being held up. She was a money and goods steam-carrier on her way back east from the wild west with a belly fully of gold. Rich pickings indeed. Twelve guards dead. The driver and the two coal stokers attention was now at the beck and call of Bad Bill Jones' six shooter.
   Satan took this opportunity to start piling coal into the furnace of the engine, as there was a corner he'd spotted about a mile and a half down the track, which if took at speed would spell disaster for the train and its occupants.
   God swooped down and knocked Satan off the train just as Bad Bill had jumped back onto his steed with his haul.
   God started to grab the chunks of burning coal out of the furnace, which obviously burnt hell out of his fingers.
   But to no avail. The train already built up a large enough head of steam and speed to ensure a one-nil victory for Satan. No matter how much the brakes squealed in protest.

Round 2
God and Satan rode the wall of death inside of Denise's washing machine drum. Satan's motorcycle skidded the stains further into the weave of the fabric giving the washing powder, the heat of the water and the action of the machine a tougher job to perform. Whereas God's skidding technique worked at the stains free.
   Denise had a five-year-old and a three-year-old. As you could imagine, the game was played at a frenetic pace. Both God and Satan flew in centrifugal circles at breakneck speed.
   In their haste to either hinder or help with the washing God and Satan's game got out of hand. The drum came away from its axis and the door was breached.
   Denise heard a hard clunk from the kitchen as she was watching daytime TV. She entered the room to see water and suds seeping out onto the tiled floor.
   “God!” She exclaimed.
   Two-nil to the devil you would have thought. But Kathy suddenly realised that Josh, the 5-year-old, was fast running out of clean tops. The washing had to be done.
   “Hell!” She shouted at the top her voice. This was all she needed.

Down at the Launderette she bumped into Claire, a girl she'd been friends with at school, who she hadn't seen for over ten years. The conversation was easy and real. Fun. It beat the back biting chat shows she usually watched.

One all.

To be continued ...

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