neutralise oor Kornies

neutralise

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To make inactive or ineffective.

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cancel; neutralise gornagha negative1
My a bareusis hansel ragdha.langbot langbot
neutralise
A vynn'ta kavos neppyth dhe eva?langbot langbot
neutral, be bos heb tu (liesplek) ~yow neutralise
A-vorow y fynnav ri dhedhi an lyver.langbot langbot
to neutralise
Ty a allas gwertha henna.langbot langbot
neutralise
Ple’th os ta trigys?langbot langbot
“IT MIGHT JUST WORK, DAVE. YOU NEVER KNOW.” Oho! This letter did indeed make interesting reading. It was a letter ordering the squad to re-deploy, now that the zombie threat had been ‘neutralised’ in the area of Melbourne Port. And to where was the squad commander, a sergeant, ordered to re-deploy his men? Allow me to quote: “You are ordered to make all necessary arrangements to disassemble and vacate your current encampments at Melbourne General Cemetery by 08.00 hours, Tuesday next, and proceed by train to the temporary barracks now established on the South West outskirts of the City of Swan Hill. Your squad’s redeployment is required to assist in quelling an outbreak of the infection that has recently occurred in that locale. Upon arrival, you are to make yourself known to the camp commandant (name suppressed) by phone and all necessary transport arrangements to the camp will be put in place ...” Clear enough. A useful document - if I wished to go, unimpeded and by train, to Swan Hill. Did I? A boy could do worse, I thought. Hmm. What did I know about Swan Hill? It was the terminus of the northerly train line out of Melbourne and on the banks of the ‘Mighty Murray River’. A river-port for paddle steamers. Home to the giant Murray cod. And? Nope, that’s about all I knew about Swan Hill. So, naturally, I decided David and I should go there as soon as possible. I outlined my plan to David. The only aspect of the plan that he understood, I think, was that I wanted him to get inside the otherwise unoccupied (but extra- fancy) coffin which had been conveniently left in the crypt – and then to stay quiet for a very long time. David seemed dubious, very dubious. No matter, I would sleep on the details of my plan and elaborate on them to David in the morning – whether he wanted to listen to them or not.
My a yll gweres mar mynnydh.langbot langbot
neutralise
Bythkweth ny leveris dhedhi my dh’y hara.langbot langbot
neutralise
Ystynn dhymm an amanyn, mar pleg.langbot langbot
By nightfall, I was no further advanced in convincing David of the wisdom of my plans. In short, he couldn’t understand them beyond the most basic outline. Well, I suppose that was as much as I could ask of any dead person. David’s lack of understanding would not prevent me from putting the plan into effect. I should have been a little more cautious, I guess, but, without a plan of some sort, David’s ‘death expectancy’ was likely to be very short indeed. (All of his fellow zombies – at least the ones on campus – seemed, as I’ve said, to have been ‘neutralised’.) In the ‘wee small hours’ of the night, I crept out once more – trying hard this time not to upset the nearby fruit bats. My initial mission was simple: to check the ignition locks of the army vehicles for keys and collect two pairs of boots and two slouch hats from the veranda of the gate-keeper’s house. I will not trouble you with the details of this initial foray. Suffice it to say that all of the army vehicles were open and had keys in their ignition locks (after all, who was going to steal them?) And the boots and hats were duly collected without mishap. Oh, and the guard at the cemetery gate – a different member of the squad this time – was slumped in the chair and again snoring! “Hmm. That went well,” I thought. I returned in triumph to the crypt with the clothing. David seemed unimpressed by my feat – but was, once again, a little edgy. I stripped off my recently washed – but still filthy – rags to dress myself in the Sergeant’s uniform that I had stolen from the gate-keeper’s house. As was the custom in those days, my name-tag was sewn into the shirt, above the left chest pocket. Henceforth, I was ‘Sergeant S. Smith’ – which was, as I’m sure you will agree, conveniently easy to remember. I slipped the boots onto my bare feet – still no socks to be had but, unless I sat down, this was not noticeable. The boots were, naturally, of standard army issue: thick black cowhide covering the ankles, tough, ropey bootlaces and multiple layers of hobnailed leather on the sole. (Perfect for dancing at the Trocadero!)
My a grys y kews Tom Frynkek yn ta.langbot langbot
cancel, neutralise, negate
A yll’ta ow gweres?langbot langbot
to neutralise - rth - CONJUGATE WITH MODEL VERB: afina
Yw honna dha stevel?langbot langbot
to neutralise
Ple’ma dha dhewlagas?langbot langbot
to neutralise
My a dhe’n skol pub myttin.langbot langbot
to neutralise
Da o gansa gwari y'n ergh.langbot langbot
to neutralise
Benyn ov.langbot langbot
cancel; neutralise gornagha negative
Yma'n vowes ow tybri bara.langbot langbot
neutralise
Ny allav.langbot langbot
to neutralise
Res yw dhymm kavos hemma.langbot langbot
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