10-05-2022, 21:14:17 PM
At the translator's office, you spot two people dining at the desk. The one facing the door is downright skeletal, with sharp angles along all of his green-scaled edges (alongside, shockingly, bearing wings). The other, facing away, is more rounded, to say the least, with well-polished brown-ish horns atop his red scales. They seem to be deep in conversation.
"...because apparently Commonising every single one of tose Risami heiroglyphs is someting we haven't done yet," says the thinner one. "I mean, we had relations pre-island, right?"
The larger one nods. "Indeed. And, by the way-"
"Hang on one sec, Rob." The thinner one stands up. "Putto's office. Word travels quite quickly, you two, uh... Wallace and Gromit? No, wait, those were te oters... Avanyiss and Magnoos. Come in. I've been expecting te likes of you."
"...because apparently Commonising every single one of tose Risami heiroglyphs is someting we haven't done yet," says the thinner one. "I mean, we had relations pre-island, right?"
The larger one nods. "Indeed. And, by the way-"
"Hang on one sec, Rob." The thinner one stands up. "Putto's office. Word travels quite quickly, you two, uh... Wallace and Gromit? No, wait, those were te oters... Avanyiss and Magnoos. Come in. I've been expecting te likes of you."