So I made a game of sorts, for Google Translate. Basically, I put in whatever comes to my mind into the translation engine, in form of a sentence. I thought it would be fun. 

Yes, I am an ID4 fan... 

And I look like I could be the younger, female clone of Brackish Okun...

The song is the original, Finnish version (no, Vocaloid didn't invent it) of Levan Polkka, written by Eino Kettunen. It's a beautiful song, and deserves more respect than to be put in this abomination, but I'm doing it anyways, because I like it too much. I've probably gotten brain damage from listening to it the amount of times I have in the past; six hours straight whilst working on an essay in 7th grade (not including all the times I replayed it to learn to sing it)... Fun times...

I also know most of the lyrics by heart - I can sing in Finnish, even though I'm not currently learning it.

Yeah...

Hopefully no psychiatrists find this.

If I go missing, you know they men in white coats have taken me away for testing.

NOW! LET'S GET TYPIN'!!!

My Brain: Remember when all the stupid people would gather around in a circle and summon the donkey with ballet chanting?

Google: Remember the stupid surround the circle and set a trap?

My Brain: Jump across the river of the drowning piglet! Ascend the horizon!

Google: Across the river from sinking piggy makeup! He entered the horizon!

Also Google: On the banks of the river from overlooking the pig's shape! He will enter the environment!

My Brain: Defecate on the good parakeet umbrella until morning comes, it is an order!

Google: Use the best parachute dough to reach the morning, it's a technique!

Also Google: Use the dough to best reach a parachute morning's art is!

My Brain: Journaling is a good method of performing the art of shoes on loosely booped threads on ginger slaps.

(What the actual heck, brain?!)

My Brain: I'm perpetually high on my own, natural creative juices - Deal with it.

Google: The journal by doing the art of the best sets, turns the fabric of the towel onto the lines.

My Brain: Laxatives are a wonderful source of fiber in humans so they can successfully complete the snow challenge at hand mountain.

Google: Wellbeing is a well-known source to tackle the snow challenge at the top of the mountain.

Also Google: Well Being is a famous source of snow cuts on the summit.

My Brain: EXHALE THE GOODNESS OF THE FOREST MINE MINTS AND BREATHE THE LIFE OF THE WORLD INTO YOUR FAILING LUNGS YOU CRETIN!

Me: Well... Uh... Okay? You don't have to be so forceful about it!

My Brain: Oh, but I do... INHALE THE WILDERNESS!

Me: Taste the wilderness?

My Brain: This isn't a Skittles commercial, MRETS.

Me: Well, darn... *goes off to sulk in a corner*

My Brain: You do realize your own brain is attached to you, right? You can't just walk away from me.

Me: I can try! 

Google: Exploring the beauty of the laundry budget and bringing the worldly life into readerfolk, what you think!

Also Google: Beauty of cleanliness and with the world as well as reader reminder, you are thinking!

My Brain: As the elderly person embedded the castle into the rock below, a big lizzard tooted directly into an enragement child's clarinet which served as a recorder for future events to come.

Google: When the old man is in the house in the bottom of the rock, the lizard will absorb the clarinet of the child as a writer for the future.

Also Google: When the old man lives in the basement of the rock, the spider holds the baby's bridle as a writer for the future.

Me: How did babies get into it?!

Brain: *shrugs* Pfft? Don't ask me.

Google again, Margaret: When the old man lives on a rocky base, the spider takes a penny pencil as a writer for the future.

Hello, is this Margaret? (hehehehe): An old man living in a cave rock style money for the victim.

You don't know me Margaret *questionable creepy old man noises*

But I know you. Ahuhueheheheueheuhehehuehehe.

Obscene callers...

Gotta love 'em.

My Brain: Boop the droop snoot of the moot in the boot and turn it around and devour it whole with a side of peanut butter.

Me: *gags* Please never put the phrases "devour it whole" and "peanut butter" in the same sentence ever again.

Brain: I am what you made me!

Me: Touchè... 

Google: At the headquarters of the Milky Boop snoo violent turn around all devoured the peanut butter.

Also Google: At the headquarters of the Milky Boop movement, the flames turn into butter and beans butter.

Thank you, Maori for taking the words "peanut butter" out of it.

Also Google: At the headquarters of the Milky Boop movement to turn into flames and butter bean curd.

GOOGEL: At the headquarters of the Milky Way boom, the flames became soaring and soy milk.

GOOG: At the head of the Milky Way, fire and milk milk are blown.

Okay, let's get off of this chain. *shudders*

My Brain: Werewolves are an excellent source of fire in my bones so I can go out and hunt for predators to frogs and punch people into walls after digesting spicy sarcasins.

Me: I see you've used an old Google quote... Good job!

Brain: Don't patronize me.

Google: The waswolves were a good source of fire in my bones so that I could go and catch the victims in the frogs, and beat people into the walls after the distribution of the presidents .

Also Google:

Wait...What??

Did I break it??

DID I FINALLY BREAK IT??!?!

I BROKE GOOGLE TRANSLATE!

IT LITERALLY JUST BROKE ITSELF!

Oh noes!

RIP, Google.

And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why Google Translate should never be used for anything other than amusement.

And on that note, I'm leaving! I'm done!

I can't anymore!

I just can't!

Excuse me as I take a long walk off a short pier.

Bye!