My Oddest Gift...

[doyles_den]

My oddest gift would probably be when I used t' lecture at a Grammar School. One girl, m'sure she was about nineteen left a note on m' desk sayin she'd "Left me a gift under the table". So I went under m' desk, looking like a royal dipstick and found somethin wrapped in red paper. So I opened it and there was something which, I found out later was

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[bizarro_no1]

Me think you am pervert!

[doyles_den]

*Doyle's mouth hangs open*

Uh! I'm not the one that gave my Grammar Teacher a sex toy! How am I a prevert?

[bizarro_no1]

You understand. Me not speaking forewards!

[doyles_den]

Sorry. I don't understand you.

[bizarro_no1]

Me happy you so clear on what me not saying.

[doyles_den]

Your happy that I don't understand you?

[bizarro_no1]

Me see you understand. Not think you shouldn't look at my deadjournal and understand less why me not saying what me not saying.

[doyles_den]

you want me t' read your journal? So I'll understand you?

[bizarro_no1]

Nope.

[doyles_den]

Fine!

[phoenix_rising_]

You're not getting it. That guy speaks backwards - literally.
Everything he says, he means the opposite.

[doyles_den]

So...he wasn't calling me a pervert?

[phoenix_rising_]

Nope.

[doyles_den]

Great...

*Slams head off the desk*

[phoenix_rising_]

I think he understands. This probably happens a lot t' him.

[doyles_den]

I hope he understands!