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Vel, som kjent har undertegnede (dersom du ikkje ser det, e ditta alts? d? goggel som skrive) vert til det forgjettede land «SveaRige». Der handlevogner s? store som krigsskip kommer susende igjennom parkeringsplasser oversv?mt med biler med norske skilt.
Og ikkje minst utsatt for mordfors?k.

Fleire logger, saksdokument vil komme dei p?f?lgande dagane her p? Verdens Sinnsjukehus. Eller kort sagt CMS

This is captain Kirk?s Starlog, Stardate 894753429756,9856

We?re now entering the airspace of the planet Breim. The citicens of this planet is a strange people, using veichels that are really noisy and has a max speed of 40 km/h.
P? norsk betyr det, vi e straks i Breim, der traktorr?ninga e det st?rste hobbyen til folk. H?balleprduksjonen e vel og ganske stor sia h?yballane ligge i store engder rundt omkring her. Skumle folk er det her og.

Ved passeringa av Utvikfjellet fikk vi stiftet kontakt med sauer og turister som sto og hadde koslige samtaler med sauane. Nedkj?ringa nedover bakkane blei utf?rt av Kaptein Tjartan, til og med Petter Solberg hadde gjort i buksa, men som kjent er eg d?dst?ff og klarte heldigvis ? unng? at det skjedde.
No har vi kommt til Olden, vurdera ? drikke skikkelig ferskt olden vatn, ?As good as it get?s?. Vi vurdera og ? starte produksjon av Loen vatn, ?Loen ? nok eit kvalitetsprodukt fra Kirk og Tjarten gruppen?.

This is captain Tjartan`s starlog, stardate 098983282374

Moral was low after passing the hillbilly town of Stryn. The crew grew more and more tired and the last of our provisions, a dobble daim, were emptied around 13 45. However, captain Kirk saved the day when he burned (directly translated) a brand new CD. The voice from the speakers soon revieled itself to be the heavy rocker Bjarne Br?nboe. His passionate songs about hangovers, truckdrivers breaking the speedinglimit and such, got the crew all worked up again, all two of them. Moral was higher than ever, making their voices a bit rusty after a whiled. A weird effect I must say. After a long and hard journey up the mountainous strynefjell, we reachd the top around 14:50. A long and tough journey layed behind us. We had lost about about a tenth of our crew to the wickedness of the mountain. However they were all expendeble so we are on road to the capital once again. With none of importance lost in our path.
However, I fear a mutiny going to take place any day now. I lay my trust on Bjarne to once again rise to the challenge and save the day with a soothing song to calm the crew once again. That concludes this starlog.

This is Catain Kirk?s Starlog, stardate 48035709736978,905

We are now passing enemy territory, the dangerous area of V?g?. We are hoping to pass this part without any trouble, we need to reach Otta in one piece. We have been slowed down by the germans, they are always blocking the Hyperspace for us. Now throu enemy territory we have been so lucky that we have reached Hyperspace, but even in Hyperspace a german can come with those Camping Van (ka e bobil p? engelsk, bare eit forslag til det engelske spr?ket dersom dei ikkje har ordet I det engelske vokubelaret).
We are now tired of the sun, ?Why does it always shine on the pc?. It?s so hard to look at the screen and read what you are typing, even if we are having some problemson our way, and we find some criminals on our heroic way. Two heroic captain?s are still driving on to find a solution of the great problem.. How is it to be ?Harry (the prince, not the magician)????
Captain Kirk over and out.

This is Captain Tjartan`s starlogg, stardate 0887366576

Forgive me pater for I have sinned. It`s been several hours since my last confession. The situation has been critcial.. we have passed several hostile places (and been passed by some cars). A mixture of weird, weirder and perfectly good music has been our most precious entertainment. We have learned that some places in this galaxy, the speedinglimit matters just as much as a chicken eating blueberry. (expressions are however probably not my strongest side). Our biggest concern at this point are the magic boxes appearing around selected spots on the road. They are rumored to send bills to your postbox. Even though we severely daupt this, we feel that the better-safe-than-sorry-line is the one we need to take. The most resent event is that the speeders national association just passed us, with a sirening ambulance in the lead.
This concludes this starlog.