Interviewer: Hello Nessie, glad tae see ye here, aye?
Nessie: 'Course, shinen pleasure lad.
Interviewer: Might I be askin where ya fae, lassie?
Nessie: I'm bonnie Scotland ya dafty bauchle, where ya be thinken I fae?
Interviewer: Well....och, nevermind. So what kinda music ye like?
Nessie: Och...I dunnae ken.
Interviewer: It'd be nice if you could contribute something to this interview ma'am. So what do you do for fun.
Nessie: Well, right 'round lighty I be scuddy runnen toAberdeen fur'a bottle of alcol. Ya ken?
Interviewer: Och....ya dunnae ken ya poor bauchle.
Nessie: E'hm, who ye be callin a bauchle ya doon right plastic pape. Yer a choob and ye ken it.
Interviewer: I'm sorry, I telt me'self that I shouldnae let me' hot head get in tae way.
Nessie: Och, I bet ye had a hot head for breakfast...dafty lewis.
Interviewer: Please ma'am!
Nessie: Just ask me tae next question.
Interviewer: Aye...och. Well, erm....
Nessie: Raaaaaaaawr!!!
Interviewer: Weesht ma'am!!!
Nessie: RAAAAWR!!
Interviewer: MA'AM!?!
Nessie: Aye?
Interviewer:Argh...aye, aye, the question. Have ye met skaggy bags machooligan, fae the lowlands?
Nessie: *mumbling* Jii.....m......*into falsetto singing*ayayayayay!!!!....
*gets up out of chair*
Interviewer: Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you are doing?
Nessie: *raises sword, and slashes interviewers knee off* FIGHT WITH YER DIPSTICK! JIMMY!
Round 2.....later.
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