We've seen this chicks before, but a long long time ago. Would still like a translation of their site, though.

At least the 'real' Plime is Worth 1000...

*moans*

I refrained from that in the description because i felt it was far too corny by half..

Poor Aya. Worth only $50.

And, since you guys wanted a translation, here it is.
LINK.
The translator's a beta, though, so it won't make much sense.

Mmmm Engrish...

Per Japanese to English translations... I've discovered a fun activity using Alta Vista's Babel Fish translater. (http://world.altavista.com/tr) Take a poem or song lyrics (any text, really, but these are the more 'fun'...), translate into Japanese then back into English and read... For example:

Casey at the Bat

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.
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After translation process:

Casey view of the bat was not gorgeous because of day Mudville 9: 4 handle and others 1 innings more two, it raised score in order to play. When and Cooney first dies next, the wheelbarrow did the same, silence of the infirmity of A went down to the patron/patroness of the game. Lazily being connected, small amount occurred in order to go in deep despair. Remainder with the human chest eternity hung on in the desire which leaps; They only Casey whack could obtain with that, but you thought, - we with the bat now, install the money of Casey, in order to make equal. But as Flynn ジミーブレイク, before is lulu, in addition after been the cake, it precedes in Casey,; So, that strict melancholy sat down in the large number which is hurt, it seems a little chance like Casey which because there is obtained in the bat. But Flynn pulled and drive single unit, and break being greatly scorned in all surprises from sphere separated, made the cover which it tears possible; When and the dust is raised, those which happen see, as for the person safe and Flynn of ジミー are to 2nd and third embrace in. Then from from throat of 5,000 there robust scream rising; As for that the valley, passing by that with デル, and others and others you sounded, rumblingly you sounded; It hit that in the bat, because of flat box and Casey, mighty Casey, was advanced in the mountain it rebounded. It meaning that he walks in that place, there was an ease in the method of Casey; There was a pride in the bearing and smile of Casey of the surface of Casey. And, answering to applause, he that hat at the time of doffed, as for others of crowd ' cannot doubt twas Casey of the bat lightly. That he rubbed the earth and that hand in him, there was an eye of 10,000 simultaneously; When he wiped those of that shirt, it applauded the tongue of 5,000. Then while the writhing jug pulls sphere to that hip, as for attitude of opposing shone with the lip of Casey which the cirque is done the eye of Casey, with sneer. And now the leather the sphere which is covered comes and passes by the air and hurtling and Casey stand and haughtiness the magnificence look at that there. It is promoted "unheeded my style of That sphere with the strong hitter who has not returned home close," it was Casey. "Assault 1," アンパイヤ you said. The people in regard to the roar which from the black bench is covered there it went, like defeat the stern and the storm it shakes in the distant seashore. "The murder do him! The murder do アンパイヤ! "Someone of standpoints you shout; And truth as for those which seem that hand which increased Casey which did not have him who is killed. Smile and visage of Casey whose charity of christianity is large shone; He calmed down the noise of rise; He acquired the value which the game continues; He sent the jug dying signal, flew the spheroid once more; But as for Casey that still you ignored and アンパイヤ which was said "assault 2. "" Deception! "As for the maddened large quantity you shouted, as for echo answered to deception; But as for one scornful glance from Casey and audience 畏. They looked at that muscular tension which observed at that that surface raises the stern and cold knew that Casey sphere going for the second time does not recognize. As for sneer from the lip of Casey, that tooth く it is with hatred and is bound it goes; He breaks cruel violence and that bat in edition. And now the jug sphere is grasped, now he that tries that goes and now the air is pulverized by the power of the shock of Casey. It is this the land which is supported well, the sun to be bright somewhere and to shine; As for the band playing somewhere, the center is light somewhere, somewhere as for the person laughing, the child shouts somewhere; But there is no joy in Mudville, - it struck mighty Casey.

(...sorry so long...)