Oh my god. I just found this site www.gizoogle.net/textilizer.ph… that translates stuff into gangsta speak so I put in a few excerpts from my fics just for laughs and I almost pissed myself reading it! XD Gangster Smithers is hilarious and the excerpt of Sideshow Bob in prison was pure gold!
The dialogue was the best part so I guess it would be funnier if I chose scenes with more dialogue. I just read the first chapter of my fanfics 'Bloodlust and Synergy' and 'Stage Fright' and... I can't even describe it. Just look:
"I... I swear I be bout ta bust a cap up in you, nahmean biiiatch?... umph... unhand mah dirty ass..." Bob grunted, strugglin against tha vice-like grip yo. His grill was slammed tha fuck into tha wall, red afro wound tightly within tha manz grip yo.
Bart's response when asked what he thinks of Bob: "His straight-up pastime, biatch? Tormentin lil lil playaz of course. Better keep tha younger prisoners far away from his muthafuckin ass."
Excerpt from Bloodlust and Synergy: Chapter 1 (Translated by Gizoogle)
Dat shiznit was a hot, late-summer dizzle up in Springfield. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Air conditioners all up in tha hood switched ta full blast, bustin tha electric bills sky-high. Mista Muthafuckin Burns could almost hear tha chedda rollin up in n' was always so cheerful whenever dis time of tha year came by.
As usual, workers all up in tha plant was goofin off leavin Smizzleers ta pick up tha slack. Bein tha ever-proficient worker da thug was, dat schmoooove muthafucka had finished all of Burns' ordaz n' memos minutes ago fo' realz. After brakin up yet another game of bowlin up in tha workroom, Smizzleers headed up tha stairs ta his crib n' shut tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Finally, away from tha noise n' chaoz of tha plant n' tha fuck into his own lil immaculate office, his schmoooove ass could gotz a lil' bit of free time.
Whenever Burns wasn't up in need of assistance, Smizzleers would occasionally slip tha fuck into his crib adjacent ta Burns' n' write yo. He'd write bout anythang dat would pop tha fuck into his crazy-ass mind, events dat occurred at work, his wild lil' freakadelic game, his thugged-out lil' past yo. Dude wasn't necessarily gifted wit lyrics n' had never attempted freestylin a rap yo, but he found dat his sole source of inspiration was always his fuckin ludd fo' his boss, Mista Muthafuckin Burns.
(No disrespect to any dialect intended. I've been known to use terms such as these from time to time which is why I thought it was funny.
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