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| Balaam, here's some money. Now go and curse those Israelites! | |
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| Who'd have thought being a prophet could be so profitable? | |
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| THOU SHALT NOT CURSE ISRAEL!! | |
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| Sorry, Balak. My donkey saw an angel, and then fell over and sprained my ankle. | |
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| I'm not paying you to pull lame excuses out of your ass! | |
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