For Clan PimpX

[THE JEW (RaVeN)]

I'm actually quite disappointed at the "pimpin'" status quo coming from your clan. In fact, I see none of it. Where are the chains, foam trucker's hats, baggy jeans, and other wigger $h!t? More importantly, where are the hotties?

Well, I'm gonna point you guys in the right direction:

http://www.joel.net/EBONICS/translator.asp

Here's your first step to becoming master pimps.

[[PX]IronFist]

This thing is pretty good, but it could use some work.

Case 1: The first item I selected to ebonify was a section of Edgar Allen Poe's famous poem - The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Once upon uh midnight dreary, while I pondered weak an' weary,
Over many uh quaint an' curious volume o' forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly dere came uh tapping,
As o' some one gently rapping, rapping at muh ma fuckin chamber do'.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at muh ma fuckin chamber do' -
Only dis here, an' nuttin' mo. just like mammy.

Case 2: Second, I selected the opening lines of Chaucers - The Knight's Tale. In the origional old English.

Whilom, as olde stories tellen us,
Ther was a duc that highte theseus;
Of atthenes he was lord and governour,
And in his tyme swich a conquerour,
That gretter was ther noon under the sonne.
Ful many a riche contree hadde he wonne;
What with his wysdom and his chivalrie,
He conquered al the regne of femenye,
That whilom was ycleped scithia,
And weddede the queene ypolita,
And broghte hire hoom with hym in his contree
With muchel glorie and greet solempnytee,
And eek hir yonge suster emelye.

Whilom, as olde stories tellen us,
Ther wuz uh duc dat highte theseus;
Of atthenes he wuz lord an' governour,
And in his tyme swich uh conquerour,
That gretter wuz ther noon under da sonne.
Ful many uh riche contree hadde he wonne;
What wiff his wysdom an' his chivalrie,
He conquered al da regne o' femenye,
That whilom wuz ycleped scithia,
And weddede da queene ypolita,
And broghte hire hoom wiff hym in his contree
With muchel glorie an' greet solempnytee,
And eek hir yonge suster emelye.
brace yourself foo'!

In Conclusion:
This Ebonics translator iz fine ass madness an dat boil on mah ass.

[Ghost [PX]]

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