We up in yo' RP Gizooglin yo' thangz

[Flatline]

So Toggs started an awful thing and everything snowballed from there till we just about hurt one another from laughter. We did so by translating text and bits of posts from threads using the GIZOOGLE translator. Here is some of the gold with some colorful words edited. I blame Toggs entierly.

Link some you mine up yourself below!

FLATLINE

"Is you kiddin me!, gliatch? Yo aft can't bust a NM-b cable there gliaaatch! Use a SER!"

Knock Out: "Oh FORGIVE ME, mah medicinal hustlin must done been mistaken when they informed mah crazy aft dis connector was compatible wit both types!"

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"Flatline, Tertiary Care Medic n' Protoform Fabricator. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Experience up in Hatchlin fabrication n' maintenance..."

RED ALERT

"I know you’re there."

Dude holla'd flatly, as his thugged-out lil' punk-aft fragin started shiftin his thugged-out arm tha frag into a rifle once more.

"I’ve given you too nuff chances already."

Primus yo, but da thug was already regrettin his next lyrics n' dat schmoooove muthafragga hadn’t even holla'd dem yet.

"--But if you surrender now, you git ta live."

His rifle whirred loudly as it built charge, tha sound echoin against tha wallz of tha empty floor.

"And I mean now, nahmeean?"

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"---Run. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Quickly. Yo aft need ta find someplace safe."

"Move, damn dat shiznit son!"

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"Yo aft also need ta be screened fo' contraband. Y'all KNOW dat slag, muthafragga! You’ll need ta empty up yo' subspace n' allow me ta inspect whatever you’re carrying. If its not fraged up or illegal, you’ll git it back."

SHOCKWAVE

"Flatline. Yo aft is ta report ta medbay fo' full repairs."

A swift calculation had already been run all up in tha scientistz processor, n' a equally brief communication busted ahead ta tha warship.

"Should you be unable ta reach it, assistizzle is ghon be provided. Y'all KNOW dat slag, muthafragga! Further dutizzles is ghon be scheduled after."

FORTRESS MAXIMUS

"I be Fortress Maximus, Autobot security,"

Da perved-out muthafragga holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafragga!

"This... is Zoom-Zoom. Right back up in yo muthafraggin aft. Spec ops. We picked up yo' shuttle as dat shiznit was inbound, then received yo' call shortly afta n' slag. Looks like you safely extracted yo aft from tha crash joint though cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Glad we could at least make it up in time put up tha fire."

MIRAGE

Dude frowned thoughtfully all up in tha datapad, wonderin just how tha frag outdated tha codes da thug was lookin at were, before continuing.

"Now, I have no intention of holdin dat against yo thugged-out aft. Respect, afta all, is suttin' one must earn, so check it before ya wreck it. But frag dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat if I may offer a lil' bit of lyrics, I would suggest you refrain from antagonizin playas whoz aft literally git freaky wit yo' fate up in they hands."

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"Yo aft have mah props, Arcee. I shall keep dat up in mind."

...No da thug wouldn’t yo. Dude had no intention of contactin tha base until dat schmoooove muthafragga had completed his crazy-aft mission n' needed ta be bridged back ta base. Dude nodded up in both acknowledgement n' farwell ta both Optimus n' Arcee up in tha order they addressed him, first ta tha latter then ta tha forma n' slag.

"I shall return before daybreak."

Dude promised, before turnin on his heel n' struttin towardz tha bridge.

MEGATRON

Megatronz hand came ta gesture at his cold-aft temple as if ta tear up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disruptizzle chunk of his CPU.

"Glitch is... Constant. Unfiltered. Y'all KNOW dat slg, muthafragga! Her mind, her inane prattling, runs against mah thoughts from tha moment dat thugged-out glliiiatch comes outta recharge ta when her big-aft booty shuts down again."

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Aaaaah Gizoogle. It never fails to make your forum interesting/hilarious/painfully bad.

Zoom-Zoom just sounds like the idiot he is.


Resignin his dirty ass ta his wild lil' fate, Zoom-Zoom scowled one last time ta ensure tha universe was well aware of his fuckin lil' disapproval then da thug was off, windin his way round base ta tha securitizzle crib. Da door slid open at his thugged-out approach n' he paused on tha threshold before stridin determinedly tha fuck into tha room.


"So," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd lazily. "Here I am. Reportin ta duty. Locked N Loaded ta serve n' all dat slag. Yo ass needed mah crazy ass fo' something, biatch? Sir." That last word was holla'd up in a sneer n' shit. Zoom-Zoom still hadn't gotten dat hang of dat whole rappin'-to-your-superior-officer-respectfully thang.


"I've heard of you, nahmean biiiatch?" he exclaimed. "Yo ass is tha Warden! Garrus 9! What did dat Skyjack mech call you again…, biatch? Ahahaha, yes. Yo ass was tha livin lockpick!"

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"Our thugged-out asses have endured bitter bullslag n' countless battles. But along last our home hood has been restored. Y'all KNOW dat slag, muthafragga! Y'all KNOW dat slag, muthafragga! Us thugs would not be standin on Cybertron soil was it not fo' tha valiant effortz of dem assemble here n' our absent commerades. Ratchet, whoz ass remains on Earth ta safeguard our human playaz n' Cliffjumper whoz ass made tha illest sacrifice. But on dis dizzle all up in tha dawn of a gangbangin' freshly smoked up era we bestow a special honor one gots by Bumblebee all up in his bravery n' devotion ta tha cause of peace. Long before he rid dis universe of tha scourge of tha Decepticon warmonger."

- An otherwise serious quote by Optimus Prime from the Predacon movie, Gizoogled; you can find the original here: transformersprime.wikia.com/wiki/Optimus_Prime#Quotes