Den Lot go tell di men wey won marry en dotas sey, “Make una kwik-kwik komot from dis town, bikos God won distroy am!” But dem tink sey Lot dey lie for dem.
One of di king ofisas ansa, “Abeg. Dat nor fit happen! Even if God ensef dey drop food from heaven, e nor go fit happen!” Elisha ansa, “Yu go si am dey happen, but yu nor go ever chop from am!”