Bloody Cockney!
[Heh, I found this waaaaay too amusing... The Cockney Internet offers a form that will translate any webpage into Cockney.]
[Being me, I entered my own. Here's part of last time's post...in Cockney:]
Not Quite, Part II
(In Cockney)
"...I know, right now yer can't tell, but stay a while and maybe then yer'll clock a different side of me..."
The radio blared in the normally quiet Moto 'ousehold, and aht on the street a passerby shook 'is loaf in resignation. Knock me dahn wiv a feather. "Young people these days," 'e sighed.
In the shop portion of the buildin' Yugi Moto was 'aving similar feelings. He, 'owever, vented them differently: "Yami! Fer the sake of Ra, turn dat dahn!" He paused fer a moment, box of cards 'alfway to their kosher shelf, but there was no change. "Pharaohs," 'e spat.
In 'is own room 'owever the scene was different. The radio was beginnin' to crackle as it aint meant to play so loudly fer such a long time, but the room's sole occupant aint earwiggin' to it. Instead 'e was curled up on Yugi's Uncle Ned, 'uggin' 'is shoulders and shakin'.
"...rabbittin' to meself in public, and dodgin' glances on the train..."
"No," the ancient spirit murmured to 'imself. "No, no, no..."
Yer must make a decision.
They are upon us!
Hurry, me Pharaoh!
Dis is all yer fault...
Yer were supposed to protect us! Yer are our king, it was yer duty...why did yer not save us?
He let aht an anguished scream, broken by the dry sobs dat wracked 'is thin frame. He wished the voices to put the mockers on, willed them to put the mockers on, but still they continued, 'alf-remembered, sorrowful, pained, bananas, meek, 'elpless...
"...but soon enough yer’re gonna fink of me, and 'ow I used to - "
"Yami, innit? Yami, what's wrong?"
A new voice. Dis one 'e couldn't place; 'e 'ad never 'eard it before. It was so...warm, so kind, so carin'. Not like the others. Not like the others.
"Yami, please tell me what's wrong," Yugi implored, turnin' the former Pharaoh's loaf of Uncle Fred to boat race 'im. "Please?"
So young, so innocent...not like the others, Yami thought again. Not like the bloody others...not like them... He aint like them...
"Hikari," 'e whispered as long-dammed tears spilled over 'is cheeks.
[Not complete, but I gotta go - lightnin', and I can't afford to kill dis box o' bits *sweatdrop*]
Random Quote of the Day:
I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top.
- An English Professor, Ohio University
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