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Typo Of The Beast

I laugh, and laugh, and thank heavens I have an office door to close. Why? Easy:

A newly discovered fragment of the oldest surviving copy of the New Testament indicates that, as far as the Antichrist goes, theologians, scholars, heavy metal groups, and television evangelists have got the wrong number. Instead of 666, it's actually the far less ominous 616.
And now I laugh some more, mostly at the expense of people like this. Although if this claim is correct, it means the telephone company has condemned Grand Rapids, MI to Hell. Now there's a class action lawsuit for ya!

With thanks to Warren Ellis, whose title I also stole, because it could not be improved upon.