Twenty-Sixth Run - And I thought I spoke moonspeak

[speeding]

Seriously did I enter the twilight zone? Because I only understand about one word in ten you freaks are using.

Don't make me crack open a can of moonspeak on yo butts.

Pity da foo'.

[Added a little later]

Seriously, can anyone write normally? Like, anyone? Code, please tell me you can translate some of this gobbledy gook.

And don't tell me here if you're going to take ten pages to answer "yes" or "no".

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[treeleopardess]

Faith, child, such churlishness! Such animosity, such virulence, such rancor visited upon mine eyes!

My heart flutters, my bosom heaves with distress. My anguish knows no bound, sinking in my sorrow to depths previously unknown. Alas. ALAS.

ALAS.

[speeding]

[The words "churlishness", "animosity", "virulence" and "rancor" are all circled. The phrase "my bosom heaves" is underlined twice.]

I'm not actually sure what you just said to me, but it was pretty hot.

You get a pass. Or is that a lass?

[treeleopardess]

Oh? Is that the pearly light of mirth breaking into the tumultuous night of your discord? Your very pen seems to sing with joy.

I will welcome either pass or lass with all gratitude, and will apply my skills and vigor to taking advantage of whatever fate sees fit to send me.

[speeding]

[Tumultuous is circled and "apply my skills with vigor" is underlined.]

Can I watch?