Inside da dream, God tell Abimelek, “I know, no can poin finga you fo dat, cuz inside, you no like do notting bad. Dass why I neva let you go do notting bad agains me. Az why I neva let you touch her.
Go see wea dey stay harves da barley, den go dea afta dem fo pick up da extra stuff. I wen tell da guys awready, no bodda you. Wen you thirsty, you go ova dea an drink da watta dat da guys bring from da puka wea da watta come out.”