During a press conference in the midst of his trip to The Holy Land (so named because of the non-stop holiness that goes on there) the Pope senses the presence of a predator and puffs his frills to ward off the danger.
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If only His Holiness could spit poison at his enemies... Jurassic Benedict Part XVI...
Prehistoric altar boys beware!
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