Gyroid Translations
Chapter 2
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing. Don't sue.
A/N- Yea! Thank all of you who reviewed for reviewing. Now the rest of you have to follow their perfect example and do the same. Well, anyway. Here goes. Mind you, this is still a just for grins and giggles story. It's not meant to be a masterpiece.
I glanced over at my three gyroids sitting in the middle of my floor and tried to remember their real names, but there are so many of the damn things that I can't keep their names straight. I turned back to the translator thingy-bob and flipped the switch hidden on the backside. Although, the thing was a square, so it really could have been the front or sides.
All at once, there was incomprehensible speech. It was like having three people who all talk a mile a minute all speaking about different things at the same time. All I could make out in it was a few words here or there like "pancakes", and "blisters", and "Stairway". And it was all very loud, as I was hearing all of the speech and the silly noises the gyroids make. It was kind of like watching a documentary with people who don't speak English and you hear the first few words in their language, then you get the translation superimposed on top of it, but you can still hear them speaking as well.
I clapped my hands over my ears, then realized that I could turn one or two of them off. Feeling kinda stupid, I reached around the back of a megaloid (at least I think that was what it was called) and hit the on/off switch. Instantly things became much easier to understand. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I sat there and listened as each gyroid carried on its own conversation with itself, neither conversation having much to do with the other one at all.
"— with strawberry syrup on them are the best! Oh, and blueberry ones are really good too. And this might sound weird, but pancakes and kiwi slices and rhubarb syrup are really good too—" I guessed that this one was the one that had spouted out something about pancakes when I had first turned on this interesting contraption.
"— while Stairway is a really awesome song, it is the only one that poser Lead-heads know, and is, therefore, clichéd."
"— ooh, and waffles with chocolate chips and whipped cream are my favorite—"
"— Now Rush, not too many people know who you are talking about when you mention Rush—"
"— uhg. But Cinnamon-Raisin bagels with light cream cheese are terrible, as are—"
I soon understood that each gyroid had its own favorite topic to discuss with itself. The first gyroid having a breakfast food fetish, and the second being obsessed with classic rock. I quickly got annoyed with the breakfast food gyroid, so I turned it off and switched on the megaloid one. Anacotti had been right, this was highly amusing.
"— watched one pop? It's really disgusting because they ooze all slowly and they smell and it's all sticky. I saw this girl one time that had a big one on her hand and she sat there in front of me and played with it. Had I been able to throw up I would have done so—"
I listened to this one for about five minutes, and then I turned it off. It was starting to gross me out. The megaloid was the gyroid that had first said something about blisters and other pustules before I had turned it off the first time. Acting on an impulse, I raced down to my basement and brought up one of the multitude of gyroids I had stationed down there and turned it on.
I must have sat there and listened for hours to these two gyroids spouting out random nonsense. The one I brought up from the basement droned on and on about sports, especially hockey. But the musically inclined gyroid gradually changed topics a couple of times. But around four o'clock in the afternoon, something odd happened.
I was sitting there, curled up in the middle of my floor, when the gyroids began to slowly say things that related to one another's conversations. The music one, oh lets just name it Treble, said something that made sense, and in response to a question the sports one, we'll name that one Puck, had posed. It might have just been my imagination, and I was certainly thinking that at the time, because they went right back to their own conversations.
Then about and hour later, while I was making myself a bowl of fettuccine alfredo, they did it again. Only this time Puck responded to a statement made by Treble. It was amazing. They were kind of like Furby's; they slowly began to understand each other, and to hold real conversations, not just one-sided ones. It was addicting to listen to.
I finally went to bed near midnight, but I left them on while I slept. I crawled into my exotic bed, and fell asleep to Treble talking about the differences between Led Zeppelin and the Rolling Stones. I slept soundly, dreaming of bands playing on a stage, covered in blisters, with hockey players in the audience eating breakfast food. It was one of the weirdest dreams I ever had.
A/N- sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I was out of town for the weekend, and I haven't exactly felt the greatest of late. I hope that my speaking gyroids live up to your expectations, and don't worry there are more to come. More randomness to come! So thank you for putting up with my odd whim. And please review, please!! You know you want to! Thanks!
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing. Don't sue.
A/N- Yea! Thank all of you who reviewed for reviewing. Now the rest of you have to follow their perfect example and do the same. Well, anyway. Here goes. Mind you, this is still a just for grins and giggles story. It's not meant to be a masterpiece.
I glanced over at my three gyroids sitting in the middle of my floor and tried to remember their real names, but there are so many of the damn things that I can't keep their names straight. I turned back to the translator thingy-bob and flipped the switch hidden on the backside. Although, the thing was a square, so it really could have been the front or sides.
All at once, there was incomprehensible speech. It was like having three people who all talk a mile a minute all speaking about different things at the same time. All I could make out in it was a few words here or there like "pancakes", and "blisters", and "Stairway". And it was all very loud, as I was hearing all of the speech and the silly noises the gyroids make. It was kind of like watching a documentary with people who don't speak English and you hear the first few words in their language, then you get the translation superimposed on top of it, but you can still hear them speaking as well.
I clapped my hands over my ears, then realized that I could turn one or two of them off. Feeling kinda stupid, I reached around the back of a megaloid (at least I think that was what it was called) and hit the on/off switch. Instantly things became much easier to understand. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I sat there and listened as each gyroid carried on its own conversation with itself, neither conversation having much to do with the other one at all.
"— with strawberry syrup on them are the best! Oh, and blueberry ones are really good too. And this might sound weird, but pancakes and kiwi slices and rhubarb syrup are really good too—" I guessed that this one was the one that had spouted out something about pancakes when I had first turned on this interesting contraption.
"— while Stairway is a really awesome song, it is the only one that poser Lead-heads know, and is, therefore, clichéd."
"— ooh, and waffles with chocolate chips and whipped cream are my favorite—"
"— Now Rush, not too many people know who you are talking about when you mention Rush—"
"— uhg. But Cinnamon-Raisin bagels with light cream cheese are terrible, as are—"
I soon understood that each gyroid had its own favorite topic to discuss with itself. The first gyroid having a breakfast food fetish, and the second being obsessed with classic rock. I quickly got annoyed with the breakfast food gyroid, so I turned it off and switched on the megaloid one. Anacotti had been right, this was highly amusing.
"— watched one pop? It's really disgusting because they ooze all slowly and they smell and it's all sticky. I saw this girl one time that had a big one on her hand and she sat there in front of me and played with it. Had I been able to throw up I would have done so—"
I listened to this one for about five minutes, and then I turned it off. It was starting to gross me out. The megaloid was the gyroid that had first said something about blisters and other pustules before I had turned it off the first time. Acting on an impulse, I raced down to my basement and brought up one of the multitude of gyroids I had stationed down there and turned it on.
I must have sat there and listened for hours to these two gyroids spouting out random nonsense. The one I brought up from the basement droned on and on about sports, especially hockey. But the musically inclined gyroid gradually changed topics a couple of times. But around four o'clock in the afternoon, something odd happened.
I was sitting there, curled up in the middle of my floor, when the gyroids began to slowly say things that related to one another's conversations. The music one, oh lets just name it Treble, said something that made sense, and in response to a question the sports one, we'll name that one Puck, had posed. It might have just been my imagination, and I was certainly thinking that at the time, because they went right back to their own conversations.
Then about and hour later, while I was making myself a bowl of fettuccine alfredo, they did it again. Only this time Puck responded to a statement made by Treble. It was amazing. They were kind of like Furby's; they slowly began to understand each other, and to hold real conversations, not just one-sided ones. It was addicting to listen to.
I finally went to bed near midnight, but I left them on while I slept. I crawled into my exotic bed, and fell asleep to Treble talking about the differences between Led Zeppelin and the Rolling Stones. I slept soundly, dreaming of bands playing on a stage, covered in blisters, with hockey players in the audience eating breakfast food. It was one of the weirdest dreams I ever had.
A/N- sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I was out of town for the weekend, and I haven't exactly felt the greatest of late. I hope that my speaking gyroids live up to your expectations, and don't worry there are more to come. More randomness to come! So thank you for putting up with my odd whim. And please review, please!! You know you want to! Thanks!