Heheheh One of my readers got bored and decided to put my drabble Secrets into a Scottish translator and here it is enjoy.

Dedicated to Hawk-Masters

Secrets NOW IN SCOTTISH YE KEN

Lightnin' Strike loonged oan his chair oan th' brig gazin' listlessly it ay
th' massife windae 'at took up th' entire front ay th' Condur. Naethin' hud
happened fur puckle days an' he was fed up.

The St'rm Hawks leader didn't e'en glance up as th' brig duir slid open an'
lecht footsteps entered th' room. Only when a figure moved intae his field ay
vision did he lift his gaze tae fin' Ace standin' thaur grinnin'.

"Afternoon Lightnin' if 'at is yer real nam."

Lightnin' raised an eyebraw.

"What ur ye talkin' abit noo?"

The other grinned an' held up a slip ay pepper.

"I was gonnae ben th' graphite loons th' other day loch ye tauld me tae an'
Ah cam athwart thes."

Lightnin' stuid sweat beadin' oan his foreheid.

"It's naethin'."

Ace smirked.

"Isent it? Pure? Sae yer tellin' me 'at yer birth certificate is wrang
Lightnin'? Ur shoods Ah say Sarah?"

He sniggered as his leader turned a bricht shade ay red.

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