ladydrace | Meme marathon!!

First post of many to come this weekend! So many memes to do. :oD

Grabbed from

tli .

Take the first lines of your last ten stories and run each of them through Translation Party until they reach equilibrium, or until the program gives up on you. Post the results.

(Basically the program translates back and forth between English and Japanese until it gets the same result twice in a row. Hilarity, or at least grammatical and semantic weirdness, ensues.)

1: Julian fidgeted restlessly in front of the screen in his quarters.

Result: Julien, prior to the resolution of the screen fidgeted. (and broke the machine...)

2: Late night, Space Station Deep Space Nine. Habitat Ring. Doctor Bashir's Quarters. Bedroom.

Result: Space station late at night, DIPUSUPESUNAIN. Habitat ring. Regional Medical Bashir. Bedroom.

3: Enough was enough. Garak thrust a bolt of cloth roughly back on its shelf with an annoyed huff.

Result: Is sufficient. Thrust is on the shelf behind the complaint, bolts, Garak is fret cloth.

4: “I said no, Nirra.”

Result: "I said. Nirra."

5: Elim. They don't trust him. I can see it on their faces.

Result: Elim. People do not trust him. I can see his face.

6: You know Elim, sex doesn't always have to be an hour long marathon.

Result: You Elim, sex, if any, in the case of the marathon, you know. (Just in case...)

7: Garak sat down gingerly in the inner chamber of the Bajoran temple.

Result: Garak on the living room Bajoran temple was cautious.

8: Julian felt his back slam into the wall as his mouth was thoroughly invaded.

Result: In the mouth of his aggression on the wall behind me, was in the slums of Julian. (Ok, this one deserves an icon!)

9: Garak was drunk. This was certainly no everyday occurrence, but Dr. Bashir had offered him some Romulan ale at Quark's in celebration of the Bajoran Spring Festival and he had decided to try it.

Result: Garak was drunk. Spring Festival, the quark BASHIRUROMYURANERU Bajoran, please mark their success.

10: The chime of the door cut through Garak's brain like one of doctor Bashir's laser scalpels.

Result: Bashir Garak as a laser scalpel, cut through the brain of the doctor's door chime. (Door chimes have brains???)

Good laugh!