A Slight Error

"And you're sure it's been translated correctly?" Martin peered through the curtain at the agitated passengers. They were rambling in a language that sounded like German, if it had been raised in Belgium by a thruple consisting of a Frenchman, an Italian and a Dutch person. Which, come to think, described Switzerland rather perfectly.

"Yeah, absolutely," Arthur beamed. "It's the safety instructions."

"Which agency did you use," Douglas asked.

"That's the brilliant bit; I did it online! For free."

Martin twitched. "May I see the website?"

Arthur held his phone up, and Douglas coughed politely. "That's a random word generator."