Sonic-ish stuff :L

Estill ran everything over on the view screen so Tydus could finish relishing the end result.
"I want this on DVD. Command Prompt 9" Tydus said, moving a joystick, kifimbocheza back and forth.
"Command Prompt accepted. ETP, five minutes," automatically responded Estill, taking a DVD from the stack and burning a copy. "Seriously, Tydus, this isn't some insane plot to bomb France. We're dropping two critatons of Kastorium into Mars' core while Artemis and Torren are there for the weekend."
"We'd be doing the Martians a favor."
"Dude, really? When I say 'seriously', wewe say 'Ooh, I better listen!', au "Gosh, Essti,...

Ambassador Steele considered Tydus’ offer over video chat.
    Ten-thousand Koffers in exchange for one of their Nimean Nuclear Proliferation credits.
    “Fifth time this month, Tydus. Not even been a week since the La Cucaracha incident in St. Christoph’s Square.”
    “That was for Science and wewe know it,” replied Tydus, faxing his signature over to the Foreign Exchanges Office.
    “Carnal cockroaches are Scientific, how?”
    “Need I remind wewe that I was the single biggest...

Tydus feverishly worked at his Diadem branded laptop under his apartment building in the pursuit of one goal- bombing Mortal France.
A negaton of Kastorium Chloride filtered through several pumps into a special kombora, yamuua labeled, ‘Hi, Frenchy-French! Love, Tydus!’ inside the apartment building of Torren and Tydus’ residence, which Tydus had bought out years ago.
“If wewe spent half the time wewe did calculating ways to break Torren and Artemis up actually putting the calculations into practice in controlled computer environments,” began Estill, Tydus’ Fabricated Personality Protocol after...