I wonder . . . . . . .

[_The Mighty Builder]

I wonder if I were to buy a Chuck E. Cheese franchise and have my store location in Orderville, UT if I also could get a Profit of Mormon Jesus to dedicate my building and state something like "May this Chuck E. Cheese ever be a bright and shining star in the business community of Orderville, UT, and may its influence extend far and wide,". And after the Dedicatory prayer could he also reassure the community by relating to "those in attendance about some of his boyhood experiences in Kane County and also reaffirmed The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints' confidence in the Chuck E. Cheese franchise and it's great value to the community and that eternal blessing await those who have "frequent eaters cards". And lastly could he insure my franchises success by simply stating "You can rest assured that this church doesn't put its hunger and its confidence in anything that isn't stable, honorable and (having) a record of performance and integrity,".

Think I'm kidding, http://www.deseretnews.com/article/7000 ... cid=rss-32

Yep, follow the Profit the Chuck E. Cheese, Orderville, UT

In the name of Mormon Jesus and the franchise for which he stands, Amen

[_The Mighty Builder]

Could he please wear the Chuck E. Cheese mascot outfit while he does the dedicatory prayer. You see our Chuck E. Cheese corporate research finds that little kids are afraid of his appearance and that many parents think he looks like a pedophile.

[_harmony]

If you don't know the difference between a bank and a pizza parlor, I suggest you not go into business.

And if you don't know the difference between Zion's Bank and any other bank, you don't know the inner financial workings of the church.

What can you tell us about working on the temples? Did you have anything to do with building the Conference Center?

[_jskains]

Banks can help people, funding their dreams. I don't think Chuck-e-cheeses does that.

JMS

[_The Mighty Builder]

What better franchise to be associated with? ITS CHUCK E. CHEESE the lovable Rat in a Restaurant with his woodland buddies. Mormon Mommies bring their kids by the thousands to play games, gorge on cheap bread with crappy cheese and LOTS of Sugary Soda Pop. Hell, after an hour of that you could have Mormon Jesus walk through the place and the zoombie mobs would do anything they were instructed.

[_The Mighty Builder]

Banks can help people, funding their dreams. I don't think Chuck-e-cheeses does that.

JMS

Banks don't create money, they only manage it. Only industry can turn raw materials into wealth. So Mormon Jesus and his Profit better get on the right path and start dedicating Industrial, Commercial and Retail businesses.

[_jskains]

"Mormon Jesus"

This has always been a childish label.

JMS

[_The Mighty Builder]

You go to any Christian and explain that a Religion claims that Married Mormon Exalted Man God had a physical sexual relationship with a underage Jewish girl espoused to another man to create the Savior of the World and see if they don't take exception. Yes you have to qualify the difference between Biblical Christian Jesus and Mormon Bastard Child Jesus.

[_Gadianton]

Banks can help people, funding their dreams. I don't think Chuck-e-cheeses does that.

Are you trying to say Chuck E. Cheese doesn't make people's dreams come true? How many children have you known? I think the prophet should personally lay hands upon the mouse mascot's head and set him apart.

For examples of some of the dreams Zion's bank is making come true, click here:

Properties Heavenly Father is personally foreclosing on through his humble servants at Zion's bank by the authority of the Twelve apostles

[_MsJack]

Are you trying to say Chuck E. Cheese doesn't make people's dreams come true?

When I was a kid, the Chuck E. Cheese in Anchorage had this scary animatronic singing female hippo with orange hair, which they kept in a separate dining room not too far from the main entrance. It terrified me. I would sprint past the hippo dining room crying and trying not to look at it.



There it is! The face of my childhood nightmares . . .