Kirby the Braindead wrote:
I should use that on my stories. Might make them interesting in a bland way.
De two samurai eased back into deir stances. One calm and serene; de oda' sweatin' profusely. Slap mah fro! Almost some minute dey faced each oder, neida' of dem blinkin'. De breeze made da damn tall grass flow across de plains; Noon sunlight placed neida' warrio' at some disadvantage. What it is, Mama! Once da damn yunga' man had relaxed his breadin', his elda' struck; Quite easily, de yung dude wuz able t'ward off de fust strike. What it is, Mama!
Continuin' wid his momentum, de old dude swung some vertical cleave; Hopin' t'put his opponent off balance, de yung dude applied all his strengd in an downward parry. Slap mah fro!
As de old dude wuz fo'ced t'de ground, his opposishun wuz granted some brief second t'grin. 'S coo', bro. Much promise wuz anticipated on dis day. Slap mah fro! As de old dude wuz helped down by his pdownil, some sudden tremo' shook dem bod off deir feet.
Dat folks, be de result uh a baked potato and some fried burrito collidin' at terminal velocity off de coast uh Mexico.