I don’t think the Jews are going to accept Jesus.
So I’ll have to destroy them.
It’s nothing personal, I like the Jews—I like Woody Allen.
It just has to be done.
Also, as regards everyone else, I’ve snapped.
You know, I’m kind—but I’ve had enough.
I just can’t stand anyone anymore—I don’t like anyone.
So everyone has to go too.
Down to 12,000 people, perhaps—maybe less than that.
So that’s what I’ll devote my magical skill to from now on.
That I’ve developed over the last few years.
The end.