Gnusto, JFO
K’ter l’oracne’ktr ESB’crkn rhl l’oac’rkthahrl tr’lac.
L’on t’hrl’ory, l’on l’oa’rhl’ktr tr’tract l’on t’rac r’ar r’arhl’rac.
Heed these words, novice Jontar.
You have asked, “Hey did anyone look at the new Marathon for the 360?”
I respond, “Surely we all have.”
You have asked, “Is there any way we can get those sick graphics on our PC?”
I respond, “Enough, novice, stop. These whisp’rings are not amusing, are you [?blind?human?sentient]? The [?thoughts?software] is a maze, twisting, circular. Can you at least read? Then read these ancient gems and meditate. Thank you.”
You have said, “Aleph One needs those graphics.”
I hiss, I exclaim, I howl, “Please stop.”
Kissing your hand kindly,
the man of the hour.
Syringe Guy by irons — September 29, 2008 @ 11:55 pm
Tap!
Syringe Guy by patrick — September 30, 2008 @ 11:18 am
Your rendering flatters the original. Whilst the intended tone was ‘cranky archimandrite’, this reads like Belboz the Necromancer: most appropriate, and perhaps krebfo [?excuses?mitigates] the author’s negligent take on the fundamentals of Lighanian grammar. And spelling. And ecclesiastical protocol (really now, abbots kissing the hands of novices).
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Syringe Guy by thermoplyae — September 30, 2008 @ 12:53 pm
Good will and selflessness flows without prompt or volition from The Enlightened One, which explains the valediction.
Syringe Guy by Shadowbreaker — October 3, 2008 @ 6:45 pm
Hey why arent I in this one?
Syringe Guy by thermoplyae — October 6, 2008 @ 9:58 pm
Why would you be?