Smuel's good morning extravaganza

Good Morning.

 

Good Golden Afternoon.

 

My ankle is swollen.
Good morning.

 

Good evening, all.

Arthgon, you're Frisian? I've wanted to try this for years, but never knew any Frisians... Does this mean anything to you? "Bûter, brea, en griene tsiis."

 

Yes. I am a Frisian indeed. It does mean something to me. "Bûter, Brea en Griene Tsiis, wa’t dat net sizze kin is gjin oprjochte Fries." There is this story that Grute Pier used this line to identify Frisians from their enemies.

 

Fantastic. Thank you for brightening my day. Good morning.

 

Sie haben keine Tasse im Schrank. Good morning.

 

Tell me about it, my Schrank is hurting me something awful too. Good midday.

 

Friartuck: graach dien (Your welcome)

Smuel: Whats with the German? Oh well. Good Afternoon.

 

Guten Morgen!

 

I thought you would know - you were the one talking to him in some kind of bastardized Dutch. Good morning.

 

I know. But it was not German or a basterdized Dutch either. It is Frisian. This is a minority language in the Netherlands. Just like you got in the Basken.

 

It sure is. Good morning.

 

Huh? It is not even related to Dutch and is much older. Good Midday.

 

Hmm, you're right. I looked it up and it's more like bastardized English. I apologize, sir, and bid you good morning.

 

Fuck, what time is it??

 

What's the time? It is time to get ill. Oh. Sorry. Now? Here it is 9:45. Good evening.

Smuel: Basterdized English? Yes and no.

 

That's weird - here it's more like 10:25 in the morning. Good morning.

 

'ere's like 8.45 in the morning.
Good morning!

 

Good afternoon.