The Priest:
There's a body right outside your front door.
Jackson:
I know, I put it there.
The Priest:
I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping us with the burial?
Jackson:
What do you think? I came to dig gold, not graves.
The Priest:
Every time I meet a man like you who's alive and well, I marvel at the patience of God.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
