Italian
All your hovercraft are belong to us.
Sono in forma di boot-paese, la lettura di tutta la tua poesia.
I is in yr bute-shapped contry, readin all yr poetrees.
Maltese
Skoprejt sallur tiegħek fuq l-art, li jmutu.
I found your eel on the ground, dying.
Din traduttur ikun miksur. Huwa me dice tinsab.
This translator is broken. It tells me lies.
And how could we forget our most quintessential Mediterranean inquiry:
ReplyDeleteLo scusate, state facendo il tan?
(Excuse me, are you making tan?)