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"Oh," said the Collective, "We don't have them anymore...
"They were taken back to God because Brother Smith had finished copying or dictating or translating or interpreting or whatever the hell he was doing to them. "
The Collective then added, "By the way, Smith never even looked at the pages very much, and never referred to the Plates for his Translation. He just looked at his stupid rock place in his hat and came up with the same silly-ass story he told since boyhood about good Indians and bad Indians."
So god said, 'Give me back the damn plates, dipstick!"
And so, he did.
But that wasn't the last stab at 'Translating' Brother Smith would make.
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