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Esau the mighty hunter, coming back empty handed.
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| Give me some of that red stuff, I'm famished. | |
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| Not until you give me your birthright. | |
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| Fine! I swear a solemn oath to you, Jacob, that I hereby forfit the priviliges, land, and livestock, associated with the birthright of the eldest child. | |
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| Awesome, is it really this easy? | |
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| Hey! What do you mean by that?! | |
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| Oh, nothing. Hey, you've got some lentil stew on you, or maybe it's just hair? Oh well, who knows. | |
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