RE: SCP-MAFIA - DAY 2 - Spikes All Around! 17/21
07-02-2013, 09:46 PM
Aw, Pardner Dini, yer be a good egg, y'know? Speakin' to a man on his own terms, yer'd warm ta' cock-uls of me 'eart if I still had un. Y' be right in yer head 'bout see-ins the light, let me tell ya, but I'mma 'fraid it be ta light o'ta Great Sonoran where my bruhther cacti roam wild 'n free. 't'be be a fur piece ta them, but I hear them tawkin' like I hear yer ere, loud and clear. I cud say they pester me wid-der nigh on jabber, but fer ta' most part they be awfully understandin' 'bout my pre-dicky-ment 'n they give me room ta thank. I cud also say I saw the light of the Lord, but I dunno 'bout that jess yet. Thank me bruther wan me ta, but me ma' tawt me udderwise, 'n she be a mighty fine lady. Peer press-yer, eh?
Yer gotta put yerself in my 'ere shoes, e'en if they do be concrete. My posse be a-bait ta' best darned buncha pistols I e'er had the plessuh workin' wid, thank yer very much, 'n e'en if yer reckon they be a-little outta kilter wid-der ma's mor-alls, then let me tell ya', we all gotta cause that'll blow yer knitted garmints straigh-tawf yer 'eavy shoulders. I say "we all gotta" like I be there wid-dem, 'n that I sorta am, 'cause I got me this perzepshun of me pardners jess like I used to. 's weird, y'know, but me cactus bruther wid-da accent so thick ya cud tie a ragin' bull up w'dit says ta me, he say "perfectly normal" 'n "entirely un-understood" like he a doctor or somethang. I cud tell y'all wut dey'a sayin' right now, 'cause it's some grand ol' excellence fer ta crooked capers, 'n to tell y'all ta truths I be gettin' ta itch ta rat on dem, but I'm not so shore I orta, 'less I spessificully get 'em to tells me wadda say. I can be a spokeys-pershun, I suppose.
Now by'all means, say "dang nabbit Pardner Swoohicky I'da hoped you holp" but I'm sorry, Pardner Dini, but I got me alley-gee-unce 'n me scruples still. Maybe if y'all pitch in widda hunt fer this 'ere Cactus Controlluh, maybe den I might say a few little words, as a "thank-you" like me ma' allus made me write, y'hear?
Oh, 'n poor Pardner Sparky? If yer 'avin' troubles, I tot'ly understand; my accent be all new 'n shiny to me, after all. Maybe get good ol' Pardner Dini to scribb'lit out fer yer plessuh? I'mma shore a man li-kim wud be more than 'appy...
Yer gotta put yerself in my 'ere shoes, e'en if they do be concrete. My posse be a-bait ta' best darned buncha pistols I e'er had the plessuh workin' wid, thank yer very much, 'n e'en if yer reckon they be a-little outta kilter wid-der ma's mor-alls, then let me tell ya', we all gotta cause that'll blow yer knitted garmints straigh-tawf yer 'eavy shoulders. I say "we all gotta" like I be there wid-dem, 'n that I sorta am, 'cause I got me this perzepshun of me pardners jess like I used to. 's weird, y'know, but me cactus bruther wid-da accent so thick ya cud tie a ragin' bull up w'dit says ta me, he say "perfectly normal" 'n "entirely un-understood" like he a doctor or somethang. I cud tell y'all wut dey'a sayin' right now, 'cause it's some grand ol' excellence fer ta crooked capers, 'n to tell y'all ta truths I be gettin' ta itch ta rat on dem, but I'm not so shore I orta, 'less I spessificully get 'em to tells me wadda say. I can be a spokeys-pershun, I suppose.
Now by'all means, say "dang nabbit Pardner Swoohicky I'da hoped you holp" but I'm sorry, Pardner Dini, but I got me alley-gee-unce 'n me scruples still. Maybe if y'all pitch in widda hunt fer this 'ere Cactus Controlluh, maybe den I might say a few little words, as a "thank-you" like me ma' allus made me write, y'hear?
Oh, 'n poor Pardner Sparky? If yer 'avin' troubles, I tot'ly understand; my accent be all new 'n shiny to me, after all. Maybe get good ol' Pardner Dini to scribb'lit out fer yer plessuh? I'mma shore a man li-kim wud be more than 'appy...