About a million more of the Sonic and Mario at the Olympic Winter Games spill out of the machine and you grab all of them.
*Inserts duck plushie*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
You get TWO big fat dumb cats named Leopold I and Leopold II. xD
*Inserts kitty plushie*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
You get whatever novel you've been working on (if you have), fully completed and absolutely satisfactory.
*Inserts laptop*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
You get lipstick which I grab from your hand, yell "Don't use it; it's disgusting!" and throw on the ground.
*inserts penguin*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)
