Ah...thank you for the compliment, and the correction. Yes, I did use a
dictionary of sorts--I didn't have a hardcopy at hand, you see, and I don't speak the language.
Ok, so with that in mind, it goes something like this:
(1P)
T: It looks like those thugs are at it again, just like the Gestapo...
(2P)
T: Well, Duponten, which innocent music-loving folk are you going after today?
D: Innocent! Not in the eyes of the music industry, or the APB!
(3P)
T: Is the private citizen with his music really doing that much harm to the corporations?
D: Hmph! The industry needs
every last dollar to continue putting out bad music, you know...
(4P)
(Soon, at an apartment near you...)
(5P)
H: Out, you brood of vipers!
T: Captain, control yourself!
(6P)
H: You see? A little force and the APB backs off! Now, a bottle of rum to celebrate!
T: But Captain, you're depriving people of their bad music!
(7P--shouted downstairs)
H: You're only after me because the music industry wants everyone's last cent! You're their puppets!
(8P)
H: The APB won't find my fileserver with the pirated songs, anyway. Bwahahaha!
(10P)
DP: It's a dirty job, this...
D: Remember, whether new Britney albums are made or not rests on our shoulders...
(11P)
T: There's a network cable here--perhaps at the end is his fileserver.
DP: Ah, yes...
D: Smart lad.
(12P)
H: Blistering barnacles, you antipiraters again?! I'm getting a wireless server.