Baby's first translation

[bironic]

I've gone global! leesun211 has translated "No Pain" into Korean. (It takes a minute to load.) How cool is that? :D

On a whim, I ran the text through an automatic translator to see how it read, and then remembered how ridiculous automatic translations are. It yielded such gems as:

"House! Are you going to do a drug? You are a very stupid thing."

and

House, who first saw him heading, and what it means is whether Wilson had apparently did not know him 1/8 Azerbaijan.

and

The hug between the two close. His body was moaning like a person, like Wilson umjikyeotgo House Shake your butt. [...] Wilson, in his throat brutally Suck him in the groin and lying in his garage, and the increasingly rebellious powers of the House feel that the way out of tight otgit Gotcha.

*snickers* (I am sure the original translation is just fine.)


And so, in honor of the brilliance that is electronic text translators, a little something silly to kill time before the Very Last House comes on:

Comment to this post, and I will choose one of your fics (or, if you are not a writer, one of your journal entries), run a passage through a few languages at Google Translate or Babelfish, reconvert it to English, and post the result. Then you can laugh and/or try to figure out where the heck it came from.

Fun? Yes?

Comments

[zulu.livejournal.com]

Do me!

[bironic.livejournal.com]

It watches. He can do nothing. Cuddy parties Wilson and his legs, the legs to tremble in their muscles, their engines in the heels reads pushes upward. Finger's House glitter, and press circles slowly soft, and Wilson watches her face, fascinated by the House's passionate expression, the way in which it naked. Cuddy's erythematous skin is warm and salt of sweat, and that is Wilson's leg, and his erection, no more than five centimetres from the hand of the house. Cuddy's moaning sounds in his ear Wilson and turns to his instinct, the instinct, ask them, because they gave him this moment. There they meet, and she is sweet, it tastes the small whimpers they do. He had thought that it would be impossible to take into account that Cuddy, the dean of medicine at the hospital is an important teaching, and he is by his employees, and he would never be any of these insider, as it does not ensure his place. Well, since it here, but there's nothing to forget, he can. The way he is in the meetings, for the expression of dimness of the theater, and in this moment. Beautiful, always. Wilson wants the noise of the fingers's House roof over their clitoris, the hardness, from the breathing. Cuddy meet again, and there will be more and more torn, and finally pulls them away to breathe and scream. All these sounds. Wilson push a little forces in the hip, and he moves, he can focus on his chest, rubbing his thumb on the top of a nipple and kissing on the other side. Cuddy arches in the mouth, and his breath hiccup in his throat. She moves, but it is by the two of them, 'House of mouth against his neck and Wilson leaves sucking, licking kissing along the curve of their breasts. Cuddy keeps his head, his fingers in her hair, and Wilson knows from her crying, the House of speeding the movement of the hands if they are to come. He once they meet at this time, the swallows and the name of the house, where they to his lips.

The Kiss moves slowly. If his head lifts Wilson, Jim Cuddy, he smiles. "Now, there's a man who knows how to get a woman what she wants."

[thedeadparrot.livejournal.com]

oooh, do me! This is untapped fount of hilarity, I think.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Rodney end of the previous session house, which is that of the United States in the military government of math one day practice. The plan was to sit down and look around the school after the bad television, and maybe, some homework, Rodney, and may perhaps have the chance to observe his work on the house bio entirely consumed in a way to Rodney Voit otherwise never at any time, even in the case of mathematics. (That one's # 12 on the list of "all Gets hot, and the difficulty, something lame and pathetic, such as biology.")

Of course, everything is entgleiste by the mere fact that Dad's House is round, and probably not really good with Rodney perving on his sons.

"So you are Rodney McKay," he says. "Greg told me to you, but I was not sure he had really existed."

Rodney is not quite sure what to say, and the house is a bit like he wants the earth and open to swallow everything, and ends Rodney say, "Uh, no. It's me. In the meat. Real. Well, also true that everything that can be, I guess. I think, therefore I am, et cetera. "

Ellen's House combines with its arch ribs before hiking is bad, and strangely enough, House father smiled, hung on the edge rather than angry. "Good to know," he says looks like any other rugged military man in movies ever.

"Yes," said Rodney, does not attempt to wind. "I am sure it is."

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Wait, this one may be funnier:


"Jesus, Sheppard," Mackay said, sliding open the window. "What the hell is, do you do here at this time of night?"

"I can ask you the same thing, the Ministry of Commerce," John answered, and ward off the problem. These various forms of etiquette is very private, only the other people know that John is his father, he passed it down when he was 13, he needs to focus on things in games.

Maikekai sighs, and all the sudden, John notices that he looks tired. "I live in my sister, and I am here, and it is not bad, per se, it is my habit of living by myself, and then I have run into trouble, and I concentrate on her niece and brother-in-law in the -- Legal underfoot, too, the two are entirely too bored for their own good image. serious, he is a vegetarian English professor, can you believe she abandoned the theoretical physics research for this? "

"I am a professional English," said John, put it mildly, to resist the impulse wind Maikekai said some more.



That's Chinese. In Japanese, the first two lines are:

"Jesus is the shepherd," said McKay, slide the window open. "What are you doing here this time of night?"

"Are you sure the same thing?, Sir," replies John, the issue of bias.




(I don't understand why it is so difficult to get "good" translations of your stories -- they seem to always be funnier the way you wrote them. :) )

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

Oh please, please. I need a laugh. (all my fic is in my memories.)

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Hm. It seems to like yours. :)



House blink, surprised. "What the hell?"

"Get your own." Wilson ripped open and zampó pudding inside cover, it petulantly decide to eat their dessert first damned House managed to obtain in time and the ghost of her grandmother who has never ceased to say anything that could only Mimar dinner shut up, God rest his soul.

"Seriously, how on earth did you do that?"

"You are not on it. Ago many of them in the refrigerator to see? Get your own."

Another cup of pudding flew across the room and landed in the hands of Wilson.

This time surprised enough to eat. All other in the cafeteria seemed to have the same problem, apparently because the room was suddenly silent as the grave.

Wilson started in home with the full force of his intense blue eyes, stealing second cup of pudding away. "Impressive. Well, it's what I call a side effect."

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

Sweet Jesus, that's so bad it's amazing. House is a very stupid thing. Pick any fic of mine you like, if you're bored enough.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Amber was very exciting, even in the future. Obviously Thirteen had gathered some courage in the department of intimidation, if they are to leave, they do… looked interesting. Big damn well that they wanted to say. So you have a tattoo humiliating. A piercing. A… "Holy shit".

In fact, what is believed, like about ten minutes, they gaped, she was yawning and close his mouth, then yawned. "They… you rhino?" Has it succeeded, chirp, absurd.

"They are a close second blondes that are not closed."

Amber's face felt Silly Putty. It was not the case that they will not wait for a good idea to blow in this area, and if the circumstances were enough to say, but it was not the exact quantity of images of genitalia The encounter with her in the face. In a dizzying noise, adrenaline, fusillaient them to their feet. "What the hell…"

"They are hanging out here in terms of all unintentional porn and speak of a relationship to maintain. It is only right and proper for you some kind of reward for that, do you not?"

"I can not, you," was all they think blurt.

[spoopy.livejournal.com]

Me! :D

And yay for getting your first fic translated! :-)

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Yay!


In this way please refer to the house, his sudden push even harder to stop something like that from me, all of Wilson, Wilson wonders if he is the second leg split Now, this month if his own house is too much burden. Death from his mind when thinking about it, he was again struck prostate, can control himself in front of Wilson and his entire body as he seizes waterweed orgasm through his white-noise roar. He arched off the house, frozen, seized thrall to the intense pleasure hurts him KURANPUKOKKUHADO muscles around the house. He's come in his stomach that erupted two hard before tapering off to a weak pulse throbs, and thrusts his house to stop it before he plateau on the edge of orgasm out of it.

My sense gradually come back to the house and other attractions in the impact of his hard cock Wilson opposed to the cause, please arched back. God, it is now too much, too many, too many Fucking, the house has not come yet. He is almost there, but no, God, Greg, please, please, Oh God, please come, please. Wilson wound to his chest to hold on to his house scrabbling to push him and firmly, hard, difficult, it is still difficult, and finally, as Wilson is begging for him to come It is not for him to take it anymore Fucking, he utters neck deep groan as the climax of his body caves.

Wilson keeps moaning onto a fiercely cling to the hope that the house again. However, he is, he is not moaning again, he was freed from slavery slump gasped when, on Wilson's OGAZUMUFUROPPUSU He is the head of the house in the opposite breast. Sweating, shortness of breath, feeling my whole body alight boneless adrenaline and use both concurrently.

It is a lie, as some of them until the moment of their long rapid deceleration last breath sounds. Wilson cook slip out of the house he was feeling, followed by a little bit of home to come to wet, and he was again breaking the silence to encourage. Because, in this way can not be silent forever. They just can not.

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

I was going to comment anyway and say congrats, but I totally want to see this, please :D

[bironic.livejournal.com]

You get two because the first one's short.


WILSON: In the differential diagnosis for the morning as a gigantic mistake, in any case?

HOUSE: This depends, is not it?

WILSON: What?

House: Does the patient from the family also agree he'sa giant mistake.

WILSON: And if they do?

HOUSE: Then they can spread it. Problem solved.





"Imagine, your rooster," he rasped. "I will be dead soon, Mr. Lesser. It can be one last thing for me before you leave. You enjoy. I guarantee."

"No, I think not." It was trembling, and with a little fear that it is not - or want - name.

"But you have not gone far, have you? I am no longer hold on to, and you have not gone away. If you want to help me sleep all beautiful and peaceful, it's not what you have said? So do it. Go the door. "

[...]

But right here and now, there was only him, and Panzram, and God, he no longer believe in a long time. As if in a dream, Lesser has been satisfying the needs and the keys for the newsletter of the loop on his body, the door to open. Panzram was again to watch the wait.

Lesser finally managed to open the door, and then Panzram was on him, grabbing him and pushing against the wall of stone takes to kiss him again. This time, when a hand down to reach, came to the diversion of the Lesser pants in the same time, close to him urgently to massage. The combined attack was too much for the little ones, and he groaned, a vacuum his mind, his body at the mercy Panzram wanted, what to do. Numbly, he Panzram remove the glasses, keys, the belt around his size. In another minute, Panzram, had managed to climb to his pants to their ankles and had knee between her legs and reached for him.

At first contact with the mouth with his tail Panzram, Lesser thought he would die, the joy was so intense. Nobody had ever done for him, who is affected, as this, without scruples, and she was the only one complaining and wheeze his hands on the cockroaches unnecessarily heavy stone in the wall, nothing to find slopes. The joy went further and further, the construction and retreat, in the waves until it is too big to carry. If Panzram around his rhythm, his hands in his game, as well, Lesser suddenly arched his back, the back of his head smacking into the wall with a certain strength, and his body was stiff, his leg gently, his mouth opens Silence in the vicinity Violence screaming their orgasm swept over him. Then it was over, and he plunged forward on his knees, his hands clasped on the shoulders Panzram, breathing difficult.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

None of us know him "1/8 Azerbaijan," so that may be inherently quite profound! :D

[bironic.livejournal.com]

That is a fine point. :)



But the ten kilos too much is not easy to change next spring. He salads, which began jogging. And then met Gregory House, including the idea of a good time for tennis was fierce and constant, almost manic, the Motion.

It will never be as lean as a whippet house in the summer - the breast of the mother and kugel noodles were practically matched his DNA - but he remained in acceptable form, by simply in Parliament.

The stress for themselves alone, it has represented, gave their weight in the coming years. He was appointed as head of the department of oncology, in January, and the extra work and meetings, it was often jumped the meals.

[...]

It is not the same look, though. His eyebrows were difficult, and there were fine crinkles around his eyes when he laughed now, and take the skin more flexible on the bones of his face.

[...]

The seasons come and go. It has the shape, by the stairs House, if not with him. He was quickly aware, as he alone, his heels leather shoes dressed quickly on the hard Hospital. When he went with the house, he has his course of the House of pumping stations, which extends from sugar cane brick.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

Oooh, me!

This reminds me a little of the "haiku" generator!

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Some choice snippets for you:


House convinces the head. "What you are doing? Scare me? Fine, the great villain detective has me scared. Wobbly, I am. Lastly, it is not as if I have not known before the pain!" He beat his stick down in the upper part of his office.




Shocked in a calm, Wilson can only older. It may, at the smell Scotch House's respiratory imagine Vicodin bitter on the tongue.

La Maison de l'Art was pinned. To stop now (which is always the same), should this we lung's House uses leg against evil, and maybe send it to a deadlock, to speak in broken glass.

It can not be done.

House provides early awareness of Wilson in the eyes, and a wild grin on her face.

"Could not harm the crippled, eh Jimmy?" Murmelt he said. "That is your sinking. Damn You are also good for your own good."

It puts an end to the wave of sugarcane James's neck, just a little higher, above the larynx to the softness of the skin just below the jaw.




There is a long silence. Wilson can hear the sound detective nicotine gum. "Whoever tells you that I quit?" Says he, finally. "It's not stopping, either. I think that your friend Dr. House has ensured that, not you?" His tone is calm, conversation. He and Wilson may now believe rubber. He turns on his hands, trying not to think how he tressailli and knowing that it's not the air in the night.

It flinches as Tritter reached pinioned to his arm. It is close to a lover, to kiss them, only by working Tritter hands on his belt buckle. The detective of mouth is right next to his ear, and he can feel the hot breath on the side of his neck. Wilson convulsivement swallows. "What -" he whispers, and stumbles back a little back. Tritter expresses something on the side of Volvo.

The belt buckle defeated, the detective moves on the trousers. Some cars on the road. No one can see nothing, Wilson. Therefore, it is me on the passenger side. His heart begins to fear that his book accelerates exponentially. The button is free, and the sound of his zipper was pulled down, the volume of steam whistles Press in his ears. His trousers is the smallest of the tug, and they fall into a puddle of water on his ankles. His suddenly naked legs are covered buttons goose immediately in the cold air. His stomach butter barrels Tritter, as he believes the finger at the elastic belt of his trousers.

"" No, "says Wilson. His breathing is weak and hard, and he pulls against the covering layers." Please do not. "Regardless of the nightmare, this game has gone far enough, and Wilson is perfectly willing to raise him to stop.

"You know," says the detective, "I can not count how many times I say your friend Dr. House is a reflex." It grows a rubber band between thumb and Wilson torso. "A tyrant." Another thumb on the other side. "A hole in the ass." And in a quick motion, that the boxer trunks walk by Wilson. "But it has not listened to me."

Wilson is uncontrollable, as the quake Tritter one hand between her shoulder blades and the forces him on the hood of the Volvo. The car is very cold against Wilson plays, as the great detective in close examines whether Wilson can see. Gently resting his stance has not changed.

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Isn't it awesome and weird, having your stuff translated? One of my (really crappy HP) stories is archived somewhere out there on teh intarwebz in Russian. I may never get over it. XD

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Some snippets for you:


"Do not be like a donkey," schnappte Jim Cuddy. "For once in your life, not to alienate people who try to register on your site."

Kelly could almost hear House's raising eyebrows earlier and in line "THUD Bums. Pause. THUD Bums. Pause. Arrested." My site you think you keep it for me? Doing me a kind of pleasure? "

"You have a problem in the house."



Her face will be happy to invite informality, no matter how slight, he told her one day, "you can call me James, if you like," she is still in use it is not a lot of time when we could manage it in the form of a low moan, a single syllable ghosting past his ear, accompanied by her body and her arch upward on the back of his fingers digging He completely undo, he roars with her.



Little does he know about Cameron past, and he knew that he might not be allowed to sign along to such a situation. House fought him every step of the way but once and Wilson did not back down inches. "It was one of the issue brought to your attention. Allowed to stick with it. She thinks, if she could handle it, and allowing them to try to prove that," said his girlfriend. "Cameron great girl. She could care itself." This means that the house was trying to look for the Cameron bothered him enough that he let it drop.

She wanted a wonderful job, in the opinion of Wilson. She said she wants to remain strong, and not let himself might be deeply affected - or so he thought they wanted. But in the late afternoon on Lilian died, Wilson discovered hiding in Cameron, mired in their ideas. Payment door open quietly and left the snow-covered roof Turn hospital. The newly - declined, it seems, and it's just not the weather; destruction of the white virgin Cameron except one set of consequences.

For several long moments, but Wilson saw it, and trying to sense if they cry or not. He can be achieved. Snow devour sound like ice and can only ceiling was completely silent to the ears. "Alison"? He asked quietly, and breaking the silence this very carefully.

Were considered to Wilson, arms folded across her stomach provisions. And all she was wearing to keep away the cold had a lab coat, so it was Shivering with cold.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Congratulations on your translation!

(And, yes of course, please do me.)

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

So many options.... Well, here is one:


"You are a foreigner? This is a strange sex spray?"

Huihei tall people, which may seem very similar to undermine social stability, addams family, or even wearing jeans and sport shirts, stare at the house, and then replied that no one sound. "These two documents I need it back."

The House handed a vial without another thought. It has caused enough mischief done. He does not need someone like chasing, or even worse Cameron, getting their hands.

"Inhalants, so that people have sexual relations experiences with each other," a House, Meng shaking his head. "Fee pheromones or something, I guess."

Foreigners shrugs. "I do not know how to explain on the basis of science and humanity as well. Its use to increase the population on our planet. Does not quite work on the human, though."

"You just said -"

"It has a human, only a limited. Let you do not want to do this matter with you kiss your mouth, but they are so simple - take off after bleaching effect. That kissing thing, it is offensive, way I know that all organisms need to improve efficiency in their system, concurrently, and so on, but the combination of digestive and reproductive really is a - "

"Ah, ah. Go back one minute. Weak results in the human"? House of Representatives into sight in his peripheral vision of Wilson walking down the hall, but he said he has kept his face to foreigners.

Sound in a sigh, rolling his eyes foreigners. "Once again, I do not know how to explain so that you understand. Your system so that science is limited."

"Tell me this matter."

Because I am so obssessed with translation...

[pynelyf.livejournal.com]

No fic here, but would be amused to see this as well.

Re: Because I am so obssessed with translation...

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Sun. If a death is a tragedy, and millions are a statistic in a moment when we speak, in the area of statistics, which have not?




The big change in vocal

You think, 'Is there one? When was that? Why, I have not been informed? " And the answer is surprising, yes, there was one, and this is the brilliant scientist, he has been named. Somewhere between the 13th And 16 English language has become so dramatic that the vowels lost similarity with the Romance languages. And that's the kick. We do not know how or why. Or, as the site of Harvard Chaucer eloquent than words, "To understand how English (not, why, we know not), it must…"

Enough tension, you say, tell us what in La Grande Vowel Shift. I live in my readers, greedy.




I dream of wooly mullen last night. If I at the local historical society, many years ago, once a vegetable garden of 1830, I did find wooly mullen germination under cabbage (which I do with chessboard pattern of alternating red and green), so I pull it up and throw in the compost . One day, the director of the firm historical looked at me, and she said to him: "Oh, no, no, they had woolly mullen time. It is a plant native history." He said, I plant some of his along the border with a barrier.

I have three scrawy shoots with less damaged roots, carefully hidden in the earth asséché and arrosa faithful. It seems that in a few days, it rose dramatically too little, and were so strong, it is larger than the barrier, the only consignment warehouse unclear light green leaves and a tower of yellow flowers on top.

The historian, a few weeks later, I was asked: "What is the heck are for weed?" And as I said, she calls "What the hell is this woman?" Referring to the stage. "No man with a mind in the years 1830 and beyond the loss of their time something like this! They needed food to stay alive, and the weed is not as a flower in time. Pull the plants ugly".




(English to French to German to English.)

[topaz-eyes.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on the translation! Our bironic is going global!

Er, is it too late to request a translation? These are too good to pass up. :-D

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks! And not at all; I will happily attempt to find something good for you this afternoon.

[maddoggirl.livejournal.com]

Being translated, ey? La-di-da :D

Do one of mine!

[bironic.livejournal.com]

"Should not you be in school?"

"Holidays, stomach wound, the workplace should not?" Gobble, the boy sullenly. Smirked the House, a dark - a woman's head is an image flashing through his mind is seriously piss - representation of the disabled.

"Yep. Should."

"You are working in a hospital?" Questions, the boy, and reported that the House report was lunch time on the bench, he had to share two nurses on the other side of the path.

"Yes, sure."

"My uncle works there - the Porter, what do you do?"

Breathing in the cold air of the pictures taken at home. "I am a janitor."

Staff of the face, then again, the boy started to look around the garage. "Do not lie."

"Right. Diagnostician I, I -"

"I know what's wrong with people to solve. Are you any good at?"

"No, I know it's insane tibia and fibia sueopneun people from drinking, they can only hope to keep me out of kindness."

He smiles on his head and say suhap risk children at home. He also had traces of humor when hovers over his head. "This difficult?"

"Depends on the patient," replies the house. "If they get dirty. Suit have a lot to hide. Example for the ride."



(English to Korean and back)

I really enjoyed reading that story just now, btw.

[catilinarian.livejournal.com]

CAN. NOT. BREATHE.

This is BRILLIANT, although I think my favourite line to date is, "... and the ghost of her grandmother who has never ceased to say anything that could only Mimar dinner shut up, God rest his soul." Just because it starts out vaguely grammatically correct and then completely DERAILS, like the author had a sudden break with reality. :)

Me please!

[catilinarian.livejournal.com]

I can re-send you a fic or two of mine if it would be easier; I've only posted a couple ever, and they take a bit of digging to find on my LJ.

[magdalenrose.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' AWESOME.

Now do mine! Yay!

My skyehawke account has more than my fanfiction.net account: http://archive.skyehawke.com/authors.php?no=1212

Do I get to choose what language you use? Because if so, I want Chinese.

And now I want some Chinese food. DAMMIT.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Hm. Chinese doesn't do much with your stories, but here are some highlights:


This is not nothing, we have so bound to our common life, it is you, I would like to turn to comfort my sleep. This is not missing, Mrs Sophie Leung Lau Yau-fun said that, I kiss you, THA, I pried you from your clothes, and take you myself. Fear that you will go to your grave that you are an alternative things, rather than things themselves. You are not.



James is a pickup. In doing so, he is suddenly, did not speak, and then pushed over an empty cups of coffee and work, China, the future of tennis in red, therefore, flinging the ball the entire room.

"In these circumstances," Greg said, revolving around the NPC Standing Committee to minimise confusion, an arm hold on the desk, until he can be his crutches, he said, "try to Chase."



Sirius and let him check with his mouth slightly open, Dengdaiwenjing and tingling. "He has a scar," Remus spoken, callused his right middle finger tips for more than gently bending muscles around Sirius shoulderblade. As he trails his fingers, a scar, and he forced his mouth, suckling pig from it, on the one hand fumbling with his belt buckle, on the base of his cock and stimulating the Mexican free 10,000 Surface mess shirttail and a pair of trousers and shorts, Dunang the passage of half a day to remember and friction Sirius perfect arse think twice before sliding his thumb and Sirius the hip, Massage he - Sirius w rithesd eliciously, Lane - then holding his rooster stability , as he entered his, oh, God, it's perfect, he's perfect, I Gengsai I love him, and he's burning me, I will kill themselves, if it stopped.

[jadesfire.livejournal.com]

Oh! I missed this first time round. Congratulations on the translation - how cool is that indeed! I use Babelfish quite a lot at work - sometimes I think it's a language all my own. Would love to see one of mine if you get the chance...

[bironic.livejournal.com]

English --> Japanese --> English (Google Translate):


"My house is a doctor, you and I attended today."

Wilson groaned and face away from the gap in the curtains. Slide was open to hear more of his house coming towards uneven footsteps. "So, what do think of the problem? Oh, sprains!" Page rustled, and then under his breath at home with a whistle. "Quite impressive, I say. Injuries to the wrist, shoulder and ankle. Neck is all that is necessary must be set completely."

"What are you doing here?" Wilson said, turning back to look at the house.

"I told you, I will attend it."

"This work is needed. Oh, the last time I checked. Princeton is no general," he said. Wilson raised slightly off the pillow, trying to see the gap in the curtains, either regular staff noticed the intruder. No such luck.

Distracted house was completely failed. "Here I am, thinking, look at the kind face appreciate it."

"I was there," he said.

"I was hurt." Grinned house, close the curtains behind him and give privacy to confirm Wilson is not really wanted. "I was in my busy schedule to take a timeout -"

"This is the morning of 1-30."

"I was asleep in my schedule is really busy, but my friends come, first, they do not?" Limped house, and go to bed down in the file. "What happened?"

"I knew the graph."

"I am, however, all of the documents that tell the ER, what is to me. Actually not what happened," he said.

"I slipped. Me down. Hurt me. Okay?"

Home near the flight ahead of the rest and then settling his hands clasped to his cane. "I slowly please. Me all day. Night or. Your choices," he said.

Ray Wilson back, staring at the ceiling. After a minute, he was also, "That's what they say on the charts about my shoulder What should I do?"

"The United Nations will be asked to vacate the general procedure is. Anytime now have," he said. Cuckoo in his house to the ground with a stick. "That's unless I want to."

"No, thanks," Wilson said quickly.



(Which also produced: "Astonished by the flying pig, which was used?" and "The people falling down the stairs to your bruises healed very quickly" and "They only sprains. His pet rat possibility of a diagnosis!")




And this one in Chinese (1) and Korean (2):


What they have done ever. A joke for every Luonong too thin, there are about 12 more through his completely. He recalled that reference, though, all of them, and track them down with him, while the single-minded that he uses the chase wraith.

If things for them, it matters to him. Any enable Sheppard grin and laugh, it is hard to tell, Luonong can count on his teeth, or leave Maikekai too staggering to speak, is worth understanding.

He did not have too many years before he went to the Atlantis laughter, and now, Luonong do not want to miss any.



They do it again. Ronanga all the jokes, there are 12 people who are passing more fully. His reference, but remember, everyone, and they played down the same single - I used to hunt the race.

Because if the issue is important to him to them. Sheppard laughter do the things I can count his teeth, is Ronon hard or too breathless to leave McKay currency, the value is known.

Too many years ago, without the laughter came geuneunhareo Atlantis, and now, one of ronanhaji not want to miss it.