The putrid, rythimic production of successive farts, characterized my the rapid
motion of machine
guns, that produces overt, suffocating fumes that reflect those of dismembered, decomposing corpses and defecated,
moldy genitalia.
(American Version)
Stacy's disturbing machine
gun fart caused our couch to vibrate like a cheap, pleather, coin operated mall massage
chair and produced, simoltaneously, the odor of rotting eggs and grandma Natzi's
dirty, fungus infested
feet.
(Bronx Version)
"Shit! that nastyass slutt be maching gunning ma crib. She smell like ma boi's used condoms. That bitch gonna get shot."
(Wife Beater Version)
"Yo white ho slutt! Dat bitch better stop gunning up da crib 'fore I
slap her up."
(
British Version)
"Darling..."
"Yes dear?"
"Your machine
gun fart is disturbing me, I dare say. I'm quite sorry, but you indeed hint of the fumes related to bare assed monkeys in heat."
"Oh dear me! I should have foregone the prune stuffed peppers and pepto bismol!"
(Bosnian Version)
"Evvo, Evooo!"
"Ma sta je Mile?"
"Ma smirdi mi
na crepane macke i usrane gatce. Sta mi ovde prdis po caucu kao ratnik?"
"Jebem ti mater. Jebi ga, nije ni moje dupe rutavo! I ti bi putco puske da si kusno Jabukovacu!"