He hauled himself up out of the bed

He hauled himself up out of the bed, moving toward a door that his brain was telling him was the loo, even if his memory wasn’t relaying the message. Once inside - Correct, then. Good job, brain. And ooh, he rather fancied the look of that one synaptic vesicle there -, he stared into the mirror - a much happier mirror than the one in the bedroom, good thing, too -, examining his body and his somewhat odd apparel. He was dressed in a white vest top of some kind and a pair of black boxer-briefs - which were the perfect pants for him. That was important, he remembered, somehow. These pants were given to him. She gave them to him and he needed to like them. Love them, even. -

Clothes. He needed new clothes. And a big, long scarf! No, no, moved on from that. Looked stupid. Perhaps the woman would come back soon and then they could go pick him out some new clothes. And then maybe she would put on the big, long scarf.

And absolutely nothing else.

Oh. Wasn’t that an interesting thought - her, nearly naked, in only his scarf? A voice from deep inside him sputtered in response with seemingly equal amounts of embarrassment and arousal and a deep desire to wear a floppy hat. And absolutely nothing else.

Pulling his attention away from clothes - had he been wearing this when he’d been in the other room - before the fire? He didn’t think so. He could remember a bowtie, perhaps? -, he turned to examining his face. Had he seen this face before? It looked familiar, somehow. In the strange, odd caverns of his mind, an image of an angry red-haired woman in a toga shouted at him about something he couldn’t control. No, that wasn’t right, so he waved the memory away. He’d had a different face. He’d been stripe-y then. Sad and stripe-y because he had lost her.

Where did these faces come from, anyway? They just popped up and zap! New man. He considered that as he flexed his facial muscles wildly, contorting them into different shapes. The eyebrows were a bit...angry. Was he cross now? He’d been cross before, often, in fact. She’d loved him even back when he’d been cross. She’d told him so.

He ran his fingers through the thick, grey hair that capped his head, which made it stand on end. The grey hair made him distinguished, right? She’d said that about a fellow once. George something-or-other. Called him a ‘silver fox’. Was...was he a fox now? She was a wolf, he knew that. The Wolf. He would be a fox to her Wolf. Wait, was being a fox different than being fox-y? He was still slim, that had stayed.

Would she like it? She would like it.

Right?

Wait...would who like what?

結果 (中文) 1:

他拖自己上了床，走向一扇门，他的大脑告诉他上个厕所，即使他的记忆不中继邮件。一次里面-正确的那么。一份好工作，大脑。哦，他宁愿幻想那一个的突触小泡的外观-，他盯着魔镜-多快乐比一个在卧室，好的东西，太-，检查他的身体和他有点古怪的服装。他身穿白色背心顶部的某种和一双黑色的四角裤-被他完美的裤子。这是重要的是，他记得，不知何故。这条裤子都给了他。她给他，他需要去喜欢他们。甚至很爱他们。-衣服。他需要新衣服。和一大、 长条围巾!不，不，搬从那。看上去愚蠢。也许女人很快就会回来，然后他们可以去他挑几件新衣服。然后也许她会穿上大、 长围巾。而绝对不是其他。哦。不是，想像中的有趣 — — 她，几乎赤裸，只是他的围巾吗?一个声音从内心深处他溅射在应对看似相等的尴尬和唤醒和深切愿望穿软盘的帽子。而绝对不是其他。拉他注意力的衣服 — — 他戴着这个他在另一个房间-在火前的时候吗?他不这么认为。他也许能记得领结吗?-，他转向研究他的脸。他看过这张脸了吗?它很眼熟，不知何故。在他脑海中的奇怪，奇怪的洞穴里，宽外袍愤怒的红头发女人形象大喊大叫时，他他不能控制的事情。不，那不是正确的所以他挥手消失了的记忆。他经历了不同的面貌。他那时已条纹 y。悲伤和条纹 y 因为他失去了她。这些面孔从哪里来，不管怎么说?他们只是弹出和 zap!新好男人。他认为，随着他狂放地，弯曲他面部的肌肉扭曲他们成不同的形状。眉毛都有点......生气。他是现在脾气吗?他曾是十字之前，通常情况下，事实上。她曾经爱过他即使回到当他一直交叉。她曾这样告诉他。他跑了他的手指穿过厚厚的灰色的头发，他的头，使它立起来。灰色的头发，使他尊贵，正确吗?她说过，关于一个家伙一次。乔治东西-或-其他。叫他 ' 银狐 '。是......现在是他的一只狐狸吗?她是一只狼，他知道。那只狼。他会对她的狼一只狐狸。等等，是一只狐狸不同比被狐狸 y?他依然苗条，留下来的。她想要它吗?她会喜欢它。对不对?稍候...谁想要什么?

結果 (中文) 3:

他把自己从床上，走向门口，他的大脑告诉他是上厕所，即使他的记忆不是传递消息。一旦内-正确，然后。好工作，大脑。哦，他很欣赏这一个突触小泡那里看，他盯着镜子，一个在卧室，一个更快乐的镜子，好东西，太-，检查他的身体和他的古怪的服装。他穿着一件白色背心，上面有一双黑色的拳击短裤，这是他最完美的一条裤子。这是重要的，他记得，在某种程度上。这些裤子是给他的。她把他们交给了他，他需要像他们一样。爱他们，甚至。—衣服。他需要新衣服。一条又大又长的围巾！不，不，从那。看起来愚蠢。也许女人会很快回来，然后他们可以去挑选一些新衣服。也许她会戴上大围巾。绝对没有其他。哦这是不是一个有趣的想法-她，几乎赤裸的，只有他的围巾？一个声音从他内心深处的声音，在响应与看似相当数量的尴尬和兴奋，并有着深刻的愿望，戴着一顶软盘。绝对没有其他。他把注意力从衣服上拉了，他在其他房间里的时候都戴着这个，在火里？他不这么认为。他记得一个领结，也许？•他转过脸来审视自己的脸。他以前见过这张脸吗？它看起来熟悉，不知何故。在陌生的，他心中奇怪的洞穴，一个愤怒的红头发女人在TOGA图像喊他什么，他不能控制。不，那不是正确的，所以他挥手让记忆消失。他有不同的脸。他一直stripe-y然后。悲伤和stripe-y因为他失去了她。这些脸从哪里来的呢？他们突然啪！新男人。他认为，作为他弯曲他面部的肌肉扭曲成不同形状的疯狂。眉毛有点生气。他现在过了吗？事实上，他曾经是过的。当他被十字架的时候，她会爱他。她告诉他了。他用手指穿过浓密的灰色头发，头上盖了一头，这使它最终站在了头上。灰色的头发使他区分了，对吗？她说了一次关于一个家伙。某事或其他。称他为“银狐狸”。是……他是一只狐狸吗？她是一只狼，他知道。狼。他将是一只狐狸给她的狼。等待，是不是fox-y狐狸不同？他还很苗条，那就呆在。她会喜欢吗？她会喜欢它。是吗？等等……会是什么样？