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Sep. 27th, 2001 02:41 amhttp://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/dialectp.cgi?dialect=cockney&url=http%3A%2F%2FSwordofDamocles.tripod.com%2FBook1p1%2Fchapter13.htm
Be amused, be afraid...
"Lord Kajiro, right, I'm hammer and tack from me outin'. How goes the chuffin' castle, eh?"
The shadow did not 'ave a look up, right? "As the bleedin' usual," 'e replied dryly.
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REdneck!
"But suh," Luke pouted slightly. "ah wish t'chat wif yo' further... yer sech an interestin' cloud of smoke."
"Unless yo' haf a reason fo' cornvahsin' wif me further, remove yo'seff, Lukasz."
Lukasz paused a bit. "How is Ariel's spirits?"
"He has had a stressful day. ah suggess yo' leave him alone," Kajiro replied, flippin' th' page of his book. Shet mah mouth!
Lukasz pursed his lips. "Is thet a comman', o' jest a suggesshun?"
"A suggesshun thet it'd does yo' fine t'obsarve."
"Hard day, hard day... got it." Luke stood an' untied th' leash, tuggin' Levka wif him, dawgone it. "Perhaps ah w'd does fine by cornvahsin' wif him, hm?"
Kajiro said nothin', his attenshun fully on his book. Shet mah mouth!
Lukasz scoffed, cuss it all t' tarnation. "ah's so unloved, cuss it all t' tarnation...." He opened th' dore. "Come, Levka."
*giggles*
Swedish Chef!
Loona bleenked und felt her iyes veedee. "Sheen. Bork bork bork!.. Umm... Sheen. Bork bork bork!.. Pleese-a dun't cry. Bork bork bork! I'm surry. Bork bork bork! I ves joost tryeeng tu cheer yuoo up veet my stureees. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Pleese-a telk tu me-a. Meybe-a thet veell help." she-a seeed sufftly, suutheengly, evkverdly petteeng Sheen's beck gently. Bork bork bork!
"I-- I'm surry, it's joost-- I--" Sheen toorned hees heed tu zee seede-a. "I-- I joost lufe-a heem su mooch und zeere's su muny oobstecles in betveee heem und I. Und veet Lookesz und Gebreeel und-- I joost--" He-a seeghed meeserebly. Bork bork bork! "I dun't knoo vhet tu du."
Loona set oontu zee bed und gently roobbed Sheen's beck. "Yuoo're-a in lufe-a veet Ereeel?" she-a felt her ixpresseeun sufftee. "Vell, furst ooffff ell a guud cry helps releeefe-a sume-a ooff zee pressoore-a. I hunestly theenk zee tvu ooff yuoo vuoold be-a guud fur iech oozeer. Hurty flurty schnipp schnipp!"
I.... should get to bed BEFORE 5am this time! Franchan no baka! ;)
Be amused, be afraid...
"Lord Kajiro, right, I'm hammer and tack from me outin'. How goes the chuffin' castle, eh?"
The shadow did not 'ave a look up, right? "As the bleedin' usual," 'e replied dryly.
http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/
REdneck!
"But suh," Luke pouted slightly. "ah wish t'chat wif yo' further... yer sech an interestin' cloud of smoke."
"Unless yo' haf a reason fo' cornvahsin' wif me further, remove yo'seff, Lukasz."
Lukasz paused a bit. "How is Ariel's spirits?"
"He has had a stressful day. ah suggess yo' leave him alone," Kajiro replied, flippin' th' page of his book. Shet mah mouth!
Lukasz pursed his lips. "Is thet a comman', o' jest a suggesshun?"
"A suggesshun thet it'd does yo' fine t'obsarve."
"Hard day, hard day... got it." Luke stood an' untied th' leash, tuggin' Levka wif him, dawgone it. "Perhaps ah w'd does fine by cornvahsin' wif him, hm?"
Kajiro said nothin', his attenshun fully on his book. Shet mah mouth!
Lukasz scoffed, cuss it all t' tarnation. "ah's so unloved, cuss it all t' tarnation...." He opened th' dore. "Come, Levka."
*giggles*
Swedish Chef!
Loona bleenked und felt her iyes veedee. "Sheen. Bork bork bork!.. Umm... Sheen. Bork bork bork!.. Pleese-a dun't cry. Bork bork bork! I'm surry. Bork bork bork! I ves joost tryeeng tu cheer yuoo up veet my stureees. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Pleese-a telk tu me-a. Meybe-a thet veell help." she-a seeed sufftly, suutheengly, evkverdly petteeng Sheen's beck gently. Bork bork bork!
"I-- I'm surry, it's joost-- I--" Sheen toorned hees heed tu zee seede-a. "I-- I joost lufe-a heem su mooch und zeere's su muny oobstecles in betveee heem und I. Und veet Lookesz und Gebreeel und-- I joost--" He-a seeghed meeserebly. Bork bork bork! "I dun't knoo vhet tu du."
Loona set oontu zee bed und gently roobbed Sheen's beck. "Yuoo're-a in lufe-a veet Ereeel?" she-a felt her ixpresseeun sufftee. "Vell, furst ooffff ell a guud cry helps releeefe-a sume-a ooff zee pressoore-a. I hunestly theenk zee tvu ooff yuoo vuoold be-a guud fur iech oozeer. Hurty flurty schnipp schnipp!"
I.... should get to bed BEFORE 5am this time! Franchan no baka! ;)