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transcription of what one of these scenes would be like follows.
Satan (imagined): So... Martin, we meet again.
Martin Luther: Back way the hell off, freak.
Satan: That's not what your mom said to me.
ML: You talkin' bout my mamma? We about to get some biz goin' on in he-ah.
Satan: Your mamma. Bitch.
ML: Punkass bitch.
Satan: What'd you say?
ML: Come on then.
Satan: You come on.
ML: Why don't ya?
Satan: Well?
ML: How about it?
Satan: That's what yo' mamma said to me in bed last night.
ML: You talkin' bout my mamma? I hear you been talkin' bout my mamma a lot lately.
Satan: What of it?
ML: You wanna make something of it?
Satan: Come on then.
ML: Bitch.
Satan: Punkass bitch.
ML: Huh?
Satan: Well then bring it on!
ML: Fine! Fine!
(Martin Luther grabs a chair and rushes the Prince of Darkness, John Calvin walks into the room.)
Satan: Get 'im Cal!
(Satan hides behind Calvin, Luther grapples with him)
ML: Nuh, uhhhhh! You did not just do that Satan!
Satan: Uh-huh, you just step back from me, hussy!
ML: Predestination believin' beeeeyatch!
Crowd: Mar-tin! Mar-tin! Mar-tin!
(Martin Luther runs backstage and reappears with handfulls of excrement in either hand, begins hurling them at his adveraries in place of a rational discussion)
Crowd: Mar-tin! Mar-tin! Mar-tin!