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theredredkrovvyThe 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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Date: 2008-12-29 05:28 am (UTC)2/2 - He fixes on the important parts
Date: 2008-12-29 05:28 am (UTC)Prefect likes that you called him Brother :D
Date: 2008-12-29 03:02 pm (UTC)Without a strong command of universally understood language, how can you ever hope to establish a strong base with potential customers?
I thought he might! The start of a very bizarre friendship, perhaps? :P
Date: 2009-01-01 05:29 am (UTC)And what dost thou know about like business and commerce, then?
Perhaps! When he tries hard he understands what you're saying, which is a start!
Date: 2009-01-01 03:35 pm (UTC)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
Date: 2009-01-02 03:58 am (UTC)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!
Date: 2009-01-02 01:04 pm (UTC)I'm an Alpha Plus, and a Prefect for the Factory.
He...kinda wants to know if Prefect can get him a razor.
Date: 2009-01-03 11:50 am (UTC)What veshches didst this factory of yours like produce?
Prefect probably can't :c but he'll try!
Date: 2009-01-08 09:27 pm (UTC)And the Factory produces everything!
That's all Alex asks. :|
Date: 2009-01-12 07:02 pm (UTC)So canst thou like supply things to them that are on this sodding ship?