Překlad Navy Seal Copypasta do češtiny, aby se obohatila diskuse na serveru novinky.cz. Místo USA můžete dát ČR, ale ta nic moc nemá, tak tam radši cpěte NATO. Je to včetně překlepů, tedy gorila místo guerilla a také jsem si dovolil místo pečetě dát tam tuleně. Na aspoň trochu hlubším internetu nejsou holky (pokud jo, jsou to muži nebo agenti FBI), pročež je toto napsáno v rodě mužském. Kdyžtak na http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/navy-seal-copypasta jsou další varianty.
Cos to kurva řek o mě, ty mrňavá děvko? Abys věděl, já vystudoval Námořní tuleně a byl jsem zapojen do četných tajných nájezdů na Al-Kaidu a mám přes 300 potvrzených zabití. Jsem vycvičen v gorilích válčeních a jsem nejlepší odstřelovač z celých ozbrojených sil USA. Pro mě jseš nic než další cíl. Setřu tě s kurevskou přesností, jaká na Zemi předtím nebyla viděna. Poznač si má slova. Myslíš si, že se dostaneš pryč, říkaje mi takováto hovna přes internet? Přemýšlej znova, výmrdníku. Jak takhle mluvíme, kontaktuju moji tajnou síť špionů po celých USA a tvoje IP se dohledává, tak se radši připrav na bouřku, červe. Bouřku, která setře tu žalostnou malou věc, které říkáš život. Jseš kurva mrtvej, kůzle. Můžu být kdykoli kdekoli a můžu tě zabít přes 700 různými způsoby, a to jen mýma holýma rukama. Nejen že jsem rozsáhle vycvičen v neozbrojeném boji, ale mám i přístup k veškeré zbroji Námořního sboru Spojených států a použiju jej v plném rozsahu k setření tvé mizerné prdele z povrchu pevniny, ty malé hovno. Kdybys jen věděl, jakou nesvatou odplatu ten tvůj malý "chytrý" komentář na tebe snese, možná bys držel svůj zajebaný jazyk. Ale tys nemoh, nedělal tak, a teď platíš tu cenu, ty zatracenej idiote. Budu zuřivě srát na tebe a ty se v tom utopíš. Jseš kurva mrtvej, děcko.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Cos to kurva řek o mě, ty mrňavá děvko? Abys věděl, já vystudoval Námořní tuleně a byl jsem zapojen do četných tajných nájezdů na Al-Kaidu a mám přes 300 potvrzených zabití. Jsem vycvičen v gorilích válčeních a jsem nejlepší odstřelovač z celých ozbrojených sil USA. Pro mě jseš nic než další cíl. Setřu tě s kurevskou přesností, jaká na Zemi předtím nebyla viděna. Poznač si má slova. Myslíš si, že se dostaneš pryč, říkaje mi takováto hovna přes internet? Přemýšlej znova, výmrdníku. Jak takhle mluvíme, kontaktuju moji tajnou síť špionů po celých USA a tvoje IP se dohledává, tak se radši připrav na bouřku, červe. Bouřku, která setře tu žalostnou malou věc, které říkáš život. Jseš kurva mrtvej, kůzle. Můžu být kdykoli kdekoli a můžu tě zabít přes 700 různými způsoby, a to jen mýma holýma rukama. Nejen že jsem rozsáhle vycvičen v neozbrojeném boji, ale mám i přístup k veškeré zbroji Námořního sboru Spojených států a použiju jej v plném rozsahu k setření tvé mizerné prdele z povrchu pevniny, ty malé hovno. Kdybys jen věděl, jakou nesvatou odplatu ten tvůj malý "chytrý" komentář na tebe snese, možná bys držel svůj zajebaný jazyk. Ale tys nemoh, nedělal tak, a teď platíš tu cenu, ty zatracenej idiote. Budu zuřivě srát na tebe a ty se v tom utopíš. Jseš kurva mrtvej, děcko.
What the fuck did you just fucking call a crow, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Corvidae Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous research trips on crows, and I have counted over 300 birds on them. I am trained in avian warfare and I’m the top biologist in all of reddit. You are nothing to me but just another redditor. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this website, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with calling a jackdaw a crow on the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of crows across the USA and your profile is being traced right now so you better prepare for the downvotes, maggot. The brigade that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your karma. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can downvote you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my 5 alternate accounts. Not only am I extensively trained in biology, but I have access to the entire gold reserves of reddit and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the internet, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o' swag. I'll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. You're sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o' the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I'll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I'll shit fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now, lad.
What filth dared pass your unworthy lips, pitiful urchin? I will declare, am the heir of the Elders, I have led our people out of tragedy single-handed, and I have destroyed over 300 white demons. I am learned in the arts of the earth and sky, and none are more connected to the Great Spirit than I! You are but nothing to me, prey. I will have your head hollowed for a gourde, my word is sacred! Do you think your magic will allow you to continue to disrespect me like this? Think again, dog! Even as you stand, my brothers from across the land are circling your home and your sacred place is being hunted right now, so prepare for the onslaught, rat. The onslaught that will decimate your very way of life from your people's history. You are a breathing ghost, child. I can move as I please, night or day, and I can steal your breath in over seven hundred ways, without so much as a knife. Not only am I a warrior-king's son, but I have the loyalty of my entire tribe and I will rather laugh than hesitate at wiping your hide out of this world, little dog. If only you had known what torrents your gibberish would bring upon, you would have kept silent. But you could not, you did not, and now the price will be yours to pay, backwards fool. I will spread fury like droppings until it consumes you, and you drown in its depths. You are a memory, boy.
What in Davy Jones' locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I'll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I've led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o' swag. I'll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o' pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o' monsoon that'll wipe ye off the map. You're sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o'er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o' the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I'll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o' the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn't, ye didn't, and now ye'll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I'll shit fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now, lad.
What filth dared pass your unworthy lips, pitiful urchin? I will declare, am the heir of the Elders, I have led our people out of tragedy single-handed, and I have destroyed over 300 white demons. I am learned in the arts of the earth and sky, and none are more connected to the Great Spirit than I! You are but nothing to me, prey. I will have your head hollowed for a gourde, my word is sacred! Do you think your magic will allow you to continue to disrespect me like this? Think again, dog! Even as you stand, my brothers from across the land are circling your home and your sacred place is being hunted right now, so prepare for the onslaught, rat. The onslaught that will decimate your very way of life from your people's history. You are a breathing ghost, child. I can move as I please, night or day, and I can steal your breath in over seven hundred ways, without so much as a knife. Not only am I a warrior-king's son, but I have the loyalty of my entire tribe and I will rather laugh than hesitate at wiping your hide out of this world, little dog. If only you had known what torrents your gibberish would bring upon, you would have kept silent. But you could not, you did not, and now the price will be yours to pay, backwards fool. I will spread fury like droppings until it consumes you, and you drown in its depths. You are a memory, boy.

