Onto myne Logg, off th' stourdit twentin-onta haelf, O did we daescoveren Nue Lyffe, an tha palenit Marris:

The Shaytnorr: Et ben non looken lyke the symilar onto uss, agreed?

Synister Mistre Spackk: Attroo, attroo, yit looken yar eyyes un tha hedde! Et baen thinken, unt faelen aelsoo!

The Shaytnorr: Estroo, estroo. But spaeken us onto hem: Nue Lyfe, arr yow th' goode kynde, ar arr yow the badde kynde?

Nue Lyffe: Aroar'st! Am ay th' badde kynde, 'tis sartin 'nd troo!

The Shaytnorr: Aghrast! Et meanen harmme, ta bae surre!

Nue Lyffe: Yannin, 'nd eke ta distray alle of ye!

Synister Mistre Spackk: Distrayen alle da lyffe? Sitch ackshun bestrykken me of wanten Logykk!

Nue Lyffe: Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! Aprist upan mae with yar Vilc'nish Logykk! Tik that, Captayn!

The Shaytnorr: Agg! Ay am strykken! Salven me, Daktorr! Salven me!

The Daktorr: Damnaycioun! Ay am th' Daktorr, Captayn, ne th' magickus! Bist ye ta foolisness!

Synister Mistre Spackk: Bedoom'd seams alle, bae sartin ale! Yit ay'ven a Trykk ar twain up maen sleav! Betayken thou, Nue Lyffe, onto myne Vilc'nish Dethgrasp!

Nue Lyffe: O! Aslain! Aslain! Ay am aslain! Aslain far a vill'nous herte!

The Shaytnorr: HaHeHa! Vict'rous mennen, alle ar we! Besmike'd the Vicktrous Houlin'!

The Shaytnorr, Sinister Mystre Spackk, & th' Daktorr: Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!

Gardi LaFirge: Aryvven me to merry celebraycioun! Wot missen ay?

The Shaytnor: Vast? Begonnen you, misplayst thou art!

Gardi LaFirge: Mystaykt! Aplogees, alle!