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At the pearly gates, she will be waiting. And, once you gaze upon her sizzling visage, she will then turn around, bend over, and raise her dress to reveal a FAT stinky load in her cwinkly diaper.
You could smell it from outer space. As you are partaking in the aroma, you hear a slightly muffled voice demanding:
"Diapey, diapey mommy need a wipey!!!!"
over and over and over
If you change her diaper, and scoop away every last micron of poop from her rectal area with wet wipes, and change her into a nice dry diaper, you can stay in heaven.
Otherwise, you will be cast into the pits of hell, a giant field strewn with her dirty diapers, where mega-Radiochan awaits, but this time she has special zapping powers and you are gonna feel electric shocks racing through your bones forever.
