E/O Challenge WoW "Grill" Word Count : 100

A.N. Blame MeAzreal for this. There was I, dropping subtle hints that she should do a drabble that expanded on her brilliant Scottish themed piece last week. But somehow she managed to turn things around when I wasn't looking! Maybe my hints need to be less subtle?

HUH?

When you're a Hunter, you get to meet all kinds of (strange) people!

Green eyes stared wide in amazement at the ridiculously huge man who answered Dean's knock.

"Whaswrongwiyerladdie? Yunosinafellainnakiltafore?"

"!"

The man's attention switched to Sam.

"Itekityupal'sdumbthenissi?"

Dean, tilting his head slightly, stage whispered to Sam, "What the f…ell language is he speaking?"

Ignoring Dean, Sam switched on what he hoped was a winning smile, and produced his fake ID. The man stared at it.

"FBI?Istha'right?IalreadyhadmagrillinanI'venaemoreteadd,yekenJimmy? !"

The man stepped back inside, slamming the door closed. Dean turned to Sam, who still held up his ID pointlessly.

"Sam, we gotta exorcise him….quickly."

"Huh?"

"The man was speaking in tongues…...he's totally possessed!"

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And now for the translation :

Green eyes stared wide in amazement at the ridiculously huge man who answered Dean's knock.

"I say old chap. What appears to be the problem? Surely, my good man, you have previously observed a gentleman attired in a Scottish kilt?"

"!"

The man's attention switched to Sam.

"Oh Dear. Would I be correct in assuming that your friend here is mute?"

Dean, tilting his head slightly, stage whispered to Sam, "What the f...ell language is he speaking?"

Ignoring Dean, Sam switched on what he hoped was a winning smile, and produced his fake ID. The man stared at it.

"FBI? Really? Oh gosh. I am afraid I must be the bearer of bad tidings. You see, I have already undergone a most thorough grilling old chap, and at this juncture I fear that there is really little more that I can say which would add a bean to my prior statement. I do hope you understand? Oh, by the by, might I clarify for the benefit of your dear friend here that I do not have an auditory impairment of any kind and that I am, at this moment in time, clearly communicating by way of the King's English. Do you understand me my good man? However, I must state that whilst it has been an absolute pleasure speaking to you both, I absolutely insist that we end this totally swell chat before I become over wrought and feel inclined towards resorting to having to head butt you. Or, that is to say, give you a Glaswegian kiss. I would be so terribly grateful to you both if you could see fit to take your leave at this point. Tally ho and tata. Please, do feel free not to visit again chaps."

The man stepped back inside…...etc.

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