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theredredkrovvy) wrote2008-12-27 04:36 pm
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The last true veshch your humble narrator can remember, I was intending to snuff it. Those grahzny bratchnies, that sodding writer veck and his foul malenky droogs, they like played that music to make me do it. I jumped from that okno on my oddy knocky with the shoom of the stracky orchestra in my ears and the feeling of wanting to be sick all through my brooko...
But after that, bratties, I think I dreamed. These doctor vecks standing over my gulliver and all around my plott stood these devotchkas with these like masks covering their rots and their zoobies. And I could slooshy like chumbled golosses that made no sense, and there was this like von of vinegar and soap. Then I was feeling very fagged and fashed by that time and there were these like pains in my gulliver and my keeshka and my rot tasted of the red. After that it got very dark as if it were the nochy, O my little brothers and I dreamed no more.
If I had expected to wake at all, I would have thought I’d wake to a vredded plott and a bolshy great headache, in the old hospital, but I'm feeling right as right, my brothers. And all my lovely old things are here. Perhaps I did snuff it after all… But where then are Bog and all his holy angels and saints? He’d want to viddy my descent to Hell with his own two glazzballs, of that I am sure...
But, if this is not Hell, where then is it that I shall now be laying my gulliver down? My new domy, as it were?
But after that, bratties, I think I dreamed. These doctor vecks standing over my gulliver and all around my plott stood these devotchkas with these like masks covering their rots and their zoobies. And I could slooshy like chumbled golosses that made no sense, and there was this like von of vinegar and soap. Then I was feeling very fagged and fashed by that time and there were these like pains in my gulliver and my keeshka and my rot tasted of the red. After that it got very dark as if it were the nochy, O my little brothers and I dreamed no more.
If I had expected to wake at all, I would have thought I’d wake to a vredded plott and a bolshy great headache, in the old hospital, but I'm feeling right as right, my brothers. And all my lovely old things are here. Perhaps I did snuff it after all… But where then are Bog and all his holy angels and saints? He’d want to viddy my descent to Hell with his own two glazzballs, of that I am sure...
But, if this is not Hell, where then is it that I shall now be laying my gulliver down? My new domy, as it were?
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Pathetic!
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He decides he's probably kinda insane and goes with it.
My life raskazz, brother sir. Or maybe the like one of my snuffing it.
Sarcasm? Never!
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How comes it thou don't know this, brother sir?
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I am getting fair sick in the guttiwuts of all this like questioning, o my brother. How is it all these like moodges do not pony this?
You freaked him out
No, brother sir, no. I'm a like simple boy. Nothing wrong with me.
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Well, newsflash- you've still got some work to do before you can engage in any meaningful conversations! Ha!
Oh Rick, he's going to hurt you sometime...
Ah, but Rick just keeps on going... :P
That's why we love him!
Tell me kindly, brother sir, what this place is. My room and my like things are here but outside my very door it like smots all different.
Who'dve thought Rick would ever give a Barge Tutorial to someone...
Case and point, this place is evil and awful! And now you're stick here on it with the rest of us!
Strikes kinda readable
But did I not serve my time and endure more besides? What more must poor Alex endure?... I've got my own veshches here, at least, that is, everything but my britva and my pretty polly.
So. You're a plenny, are you? That is, a prisoner, brother sir. What's your eem- that is, your name, brother?
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And my name's Rick. I don't see why you have to keep writing gibberish and then translating it for me. Can't you just write proper English?
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He doesn't like you.
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No self-respecting malchick govoreets the way you doA pleasure to make your aquaintance, I'm sure, brother sir.no subject
Rick tries so hard to seem cool and exciting...
I suppose it's a pleasure to meet you, too. You're a bit of a potty fellow, though, aren't you? Writing gibberish here and there, and then clearing it up with real words? Do you find that amusing? I can't seem to make sense of any of it!
But that's okay, I'm pretty nutty myself. In fact, one time, I was reading a book and something really incredible happened and I exclaimed "Would you look at that!" even though I knew no one else was around! I mean, really, who was I talking to? Nobody! Isn't that totally nutty? I must seem pretty strange to you! Ha!
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This ain't worth it...
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Comrade, do you sometimes find your pen refusing to align letters in the correct order to form real words? From time to time do you realize that you don't actually understand what words are needed to make sentences which accurately express you want to convey? Have you noticed that the imagination you've relied upon to get you through life apparently isn't enough to construct words with a universally understood meaning? Comrade, now is the time to step up and take no hesitation from existence! To set aside the sentimental words that we and our families and our friends have carved out of the verbal fabric of the world, and surpass the childishly individual dialect that will never serve us in a contemporary business and commerce setting! The time is here to take command not of the language that has naively evolved in our personal and backwater suburbs, but rather the gloriously uniform words of the Oxford English dictionary! For only a small, negotiable fee, eight hundred pages of perfectly defined, aligned, and accurately assigned words can be yours! Forever at your disposal for a greater, more specific life of understandable conversation!
...goodness, look at the sarcasm he gets back. Bad manners, Alex.
... That certainly does sound bezoomny, fillying about like that with not a soul around.
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Alex agrees. :c
Prefect likes that you called him Brother :D
Without a strong command of universally understood language, how can you ever hope to establish a strong base with potential customers?
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Hey, um... what's your name?
I thought he might! The start of a very bizarre friendship, perhaps? :P
And what dost thou know about like business and commerce, then?
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Alexander DeLarge, at your service. And might I enquire about your own eemya?
Perhaps! When he tries hard he understands what you're saying, which is a start!
And Comrade, I know that business is the most beautiful, sacred, wonderful thing in the world!
That's a good thing! Alex is kinda...irritated that no one gets what he's talking about. :P
What is it that you do for a rabbit, my bratty?
Prefect is a lot smarter than he acts, and it's not THAT hard to figure out what Alex means!
I'm an Alpha Plus, and a Prefect for the Factory.
He...kinda wants to know if Prefect can get him a razor.
What veshches didst this factory of yours like produce?
Prefect probably can't :c but he'll try!
And the Factory produces everything!
That's all Alex asks. :|
So canst thou like supply things to them that are on this sodding ship?