Today crossing : Comte de Rochefort×Sheriff of Nottingham
Sheriff's Resident
Sheriff : Nice to meet you.
Comte : With peassure. *french accent*
Sheriff : P-p-ardon?
Comte : Ohhhhh. François!!
Sheriff : Hey! Hey! Je- Je- I can't speak french! God damnit! *runs!*
Comte : .... (Maybe he just start learning french, I must help him!) *thinking*
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3 Months later
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Comte : *knoks*
Sheriff : Who is disturbing my lovely night! *opens*-*stunts* ugh-
Comte : Salut, Shérif de Nottingham. (Hi, Sheriff of Nottingham) *really nice greating*
Sheriff : Must be a day dreams-- *shut the door immediatly af--*
Comte : Shérif..? (Sheriff) *paaaaaaain*
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The next day
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Sheriff : So, the cargo boat have sent to France last Friday? *reads papers*
Comte : Oui, the cip arrive tu us Sundi. (Yep, the ship arrive to us Sunday.)
Sheriff : It's boat. Or call it ship not cip.
Comte : Shit?
Sheriff : Phff--- Ship! Ship! Not a shit!
Comte : What shit stan fo? (What "shit" stand for?)
Sheriff : PooPoo.
Comte : Phf--- PooPoo?? Pardon you I vill spell it again. (PooPoo? Sorry you I'll spell it again.)
Sheriff : Try it.
Comte : Sheriff Je t'aime. (Sheriff I love you.) *reveal a bouquet*
Sheriff : That's... Err--- *shock*
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Salut! Today presenting some french words-- This maybe not correct french accents and grammar but I try wrote it from my memory last April summer course.
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Random Mikkelsohn
FanfictionA random crossover short story of Mikkelsohn (Mads Mikkelsen×Ben Mendelsohn). *I've got broken english, even while I'm writting this.*
