SHAKESPEAREAN TRANSLATOR THREAD V1.0:

[Doughboy]

i don’t giveth a forget who ye art 'r whence thou liveth. thou can counteth on me to be thith'r to bringeth thy loving life to a hellish endeth. i’ll puteth thou in so much loving teen that it’ll maketh jesus being nail'd to a crosseth in the des'rteth looketh liketh a loving backeth massage on a tropical island. i don’t giveth a forget how many reps thoust 'r how tough ye art irl, how well thou can fighteth, 'r how many loving guns thou owneth to protecteth yourself. i’ll loving showeth up at thy house when thou aren’t home. i’ll turneth all the lights on in thy house, leaveth all the wat'reth running, openeth thy fridge do'r and not closeth it, and turneth thy gas stove burn'rs on and leteth them wasteth gas. you’re going to starteth stressing the forget out, thy blood pressure will triple, and you’ll hast a loving heart attacketh. you’ll goeth to the hospital f'r a heart op'ration, and the lasteth thing you’ll seeth when you’re being puteth und'r in the op'rating cubiculo is me hov'ring above thou, dress'd liketh a doct'r. when thou waketh up aft'r being op'rat'd on, wond'ring what ticking timeth bombeth is in thy chest waiting to goeth off. you’ll recov'r fully from thy heart surg'ry. and when thou walketh out the front do'r of the hospital to goeth home i’ll runeth thou o''r with mineth loving car out of nay whence and killeth thou. i just wanteth thou to knoweth how easily i couldst loving destroyeth thy pathetic excuseth of a life, but how i’d rath'r goeth to a great forgetng length to maketh sure thy lasteth remaining days art spent in a living, breathing loving hell. it’s too late to saveth yourself, but don’t both'r committing Self Delete eith'r… i’ll loving resuscitate thou and killeth thou again myself thou bitch-fac'd phaggot. welcometh to hell, population: thou

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[ZombiLoin]

i don’t giveth a forget who ye art 'r whence thou liveth. thou can counteth on me to be thith'r to bringeth thy loving life to a hellish endeth. i’ll puteth thou in so much loving teen that it’ll maketh jesus being nail'd to a crosseth in the des'rteth looketh liketh a loving backeth massage on a tropical island. i don’t giveth a forget how many reps thoust 'r how tough ye art irl, how well thou can fighteth, 'r how many loving guns thou owneth to protecteth yourself. i’ll loving showeth up at thy house when thou aren’t home. i’ll turneth all the lights on in thy house, leaveth all the wat'reth running, openeth thy fridge do'r and not closeth it, and turneth thy gas stove burn'rs on and leteth them wasteth gas. you’re going to starteth stressing the forget out, thy blood pressure will triple, and you’ll hast a loving heart attacketh. you’ll goeth to the hospital f'r a heart op'ration, and the lasteth thing you’ll seeth when you’re being puteth und'r in the op'rating cubiculo is me hov'ring above thou, dress'd liketh a doct'r. when thou waketh up aft'r being op'rat'd on, wond'ring what ticking timeth bombeth is in thy chest waiting to goeth off. you’ll recov'r fully from thy heart surg'ry. and when thou walketh out the front do'r of the hospital to goeth home i’ll runeth thou o''r with mineth loving car out of nay whence and killeth thou. i just wanteth thou to knoweth how easily i couldst loving destroyeth thy pathetic excuseth of a life, but how i’d rath'r goeth to a great forgetng length to maketh sure thy lasteth remaining days art spent in a living, breathing loving hell. it’s too late to saveth yourself, but don’t both'r committing Self Delete eith'r… i’ll loving resuscitate thou and killeth thou again myself thou bitch-fac'd phaggot. welcometh to hell, population: thou

Already done

[Couatl]

wot the fok did ye just sayeth 2 me m8? i dropp'd out of newcastle primary skool im the sickest bloke ull ev'r meeteth & ive nick'd 300 marchpane bars from tha c'rn'r st'reth. im train'd in street fitin’ & im the strongest fok'r in tha entire newcastle gym. y'r nothin to me but a malap'rt lil richardhead w/ a hot mum & fake bling. ill wasteth u and smasheth a fokin bombard o'r y'r headeth bruv, i sw'r 2 christ. ya thinketh u can fokin runeth ya gabb'r at me whilst sittin on y'r arse behind a lil screen? thinketh again wanka. im callin me homeboys rite anon preparin f'r a meeteth rumble. tha rumble thatll maketh ur nan s're jus hearin about it. y'r a wasteth bruv. mineth homeboys be all o''r tha placeth & ill beateth ya to a meeteth fokin pulp with me fists wanka. if i aint fulsome w/ that ill b'rroweth me m8s cricket paddleth & seeth if that gets u the fok out o’ newcastle ya daft kunt. if ye had seen this bloody fokin mess commin ye might a’ kepteth ya gabb'r from runnin. but it seems y'r a stewpid lil twat, innit? ima stuffe fury & ull drowneth in it m8. ur in meeteth mess ya knobhead.

[Doughboy]

i made mistake
forgive me

[Starkiller]

i made mistake
forgive me

never

[-Setro-]

someone do my poem
shouldnt do much since i am shakespeare

[Starkiller]

Do caribous MLP letter. Or was that kochie boy

[WaterOre]

someone do my poem
shouldnt do much since i am shakespeare

longeth ago, i join'd the forums, in hopeth of happiness and fun
and f'r a longeth timeth the forums, in mineth bookmarks they wast numbereth one
i spent a longeth timeth on them, reading ev'ry page and board
i nev'r got tir'd of them, nev'r did i geteth bored!
slowly and but soft mineth reputation fell
people told me to goeth to hell
my life falling, piece by piece
i was wond'ring whenev'r this'd cease
i puteth up with it f'r such a longeth time
checking new posts on a dime
nev'r car'd much f'r those who puteth me down
and had me falling to the ground
they sayeth i don't changeth, oh how wrong they are
i tri'd mineth best to be different, but the solution was far
i made apology after apology, in hopeth of some forgiveness
and all of them just turn'd into a big mess
the issue continued, f'r a longeth timeth did it last
but people kepteth insulting me very fast
i tri'd to stopeth me ways, couldst i? i couldst not
people tri'd to programeth me liketh a robot
nobody did understandeth me
they just couldst nev'r see
but anon, i leaveth mineth bad past behind
no longer am i all that blind
i'll stopeth it all, and seeth how it works out
will the planeth faileth, i highly doubt
i'll stopeth using blf, happy the forumers will be
that i am gone forever, and they'll all bray out with glee
i'll continueth posting in the helpeth board, f'r problems i can't fix
but in the other boards, i'll stayeth aroint, they'll barely hast mineth clicks
i'll continueth playing the game, ev'ry anon and then
and i'll ign'reth those who tryeth to puteth me down, again and again. if thou seeth me, dropeth by and haply sayeth hello
i'll respondeth with a nice, "hi, cater-cousin"
and the forums can returneth to what they wast like
all the way backeth then

i'm not gonna f'rdid it nal