Subject: I'll give this a go.
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Posted on: 2013-01-13 15:23:00 UTC

From "It's not a blender it's a coffeemaker!", one of the fics I'm planning to spork,.

Original:

She held herself with an air of pride, and arrogance. She was tall and slender, and could strike jealousy even in the most dead of men, and she was graceful. Her eyes shifted colors of the rainbow, or could be held at will, her hair was a rich mahogany waterfall that shimmered down her back. She wore only what most mortal men would call a bikini, it wasn't it was a senya, she wore a sheer fabric skirt over her hips with a leather belt from which hung a scabbard holding the Excalibur blade, bangles moved with grace around her wrists and ankles, accented by the sheer shawls she wore over her shoulders and the chandelier earring she wore. She was sent by her royal council to assist a Starfleet flag ship as they crossed a terrain in space known for illness and sickness curable only by the rumored beautiful Elvic healers.

After English-Spanish-Greek-Lithuanian-Hebrew-Haitian Creole-English:

It was with pride and want to see when. He was tall and thin, and it can hurt even more jealous than men
Died, and it was fun. His eyes rainbow of colors, or they can free their own desires, her hair was a cascade
Brilliant tone down his back. Just put this most mortal would call bikini, Senya, wear only a skirt fabric on the thighs with a leather belt, from which hangs a sheet tray Calibur watch, bracelet move gracefully around his arm and ankles arm party stresses placed on their own shoulders, put chandelier earrings. He sent the Royal Council to participate in the flag race, know about the disease and cure diseases just rumors run to Elvic most beautiful on earth.

Wow--it was bad to start with.

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