Never mind the docks and dolls, that’s just Google mistranslating words meaning “you”, “your”, etc.
Actually, the rest of that translation doesn’t look like it’s up to much, either. I’ll take a stab at it. A disclaimer, though - I’m a Norwegian speaker, but I’m not a Northerner, which is very much its own thing altogether (especially in the profanity department), and the thing is chock full of Northern Norwegian dialect forms, so I might not get very far.
*An attempt at a strictly literal translation (even though it’s doomed to fail):
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"Curses! *[or rather “I’m so cursed!”, but meaning “I’m so angry!”] *The devil, what shit! Who the hell has invented this Satan’s worm works? It’s not Satan-burn-in-hell possible to cock with this for weeks. One has for the devil other things to do, than sitting there and cunting and balling *[not sure about that one, but it’s my best guess, feel free to correct it] *with the Satan’s mouse devil. Could you all the way inside your green-shoed devil’s ass *[again…best guess] *tell me what the point is of some iron scrap that’s standing there and whining and howling with a lot of hellish noise and flashing and flapping out of the devil, and passwords and wires and buttons that come squeezing out like the devil everywhere. If I just got a hold of one of you, you hellish cocklasts [a “last” being an object a cobbler uses to form a shoe, making this the form around which one makes a cock… the mother of all cocks, I suppose] tech support quack-quacks [I guess… could be something else, though], then I would for the devil have fucked you in the ass back to where you belong, Satan’s inside-out cunt’s horse’s cocks! Don’t come here and trick man’s shit onto people, and then tell me where to press, you devil’s pike’s cock. If it were up to me, you would be out on the Polar Sea wanking a seal’s cock, you cursed Southerner [yeah, "Southerner is an insult]… then you could sit and configure yourselves so out-of-hellishly far up your fucked-out asses that you would have to shit out of your ears the next time you had to go to the toilet, and when you’d finished doing that, I would personally come over and format your faces, and installed [at a loss here, I don’t what “skanken” means] in your *[not sure what “baillhånka” is either, but I think it could mean “crotch”] so that you’d piss red serial numbers. If there were still some life left in you after that, I would have plugged and plowed you so out-of-hellishly far inside the biggest asshole I have found. And then you would smell like man’s shit until you die. For the devil burning the furthest inside the hottest burned-out hell for Satan, let me just get a hold of one of you. I have for hell pulled the head off a haddock devil before. I will sweep the whole cursed shit back into the box and return it, for I for the devil don’t want it [for those of you who were taking an interest in the thread discussing gender in foreign languages: here the speaker is interestingly referring to the object in question first as feminine (sende ho i retur), then as masculine (vil fan ikkje ha han), in the same sentence - indicating that he is so pissed off that he no longer cares about proper grammar (well, assuming that he ever did in the first place, there’s plenty of other crazy shit going on here as well. But now I digress…)]. Then you can for hell sit there and jerk off alone in your hellish phone."
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OK, let’s all take a deep breath and make some sense of that with a free idiomatic translation:
“I’m so pissed off! Fucking hell, this is all crap! Who the hell invented this piece of shit? I can’t spend my time fucking around with this shit for weeks. I have other things to do besides dicking around with this fucking mouse. Could you for fuck’s sake tell me what the point is of having this piece of iron scrap standing here whining and howling and making all this fucking noise, flashing and flapping like hell, with passwords and wires and buttons everywhere? If I could just get my hands on one of you fucking tech support dickheads, I would fuck you in the ass right back to where you belong! Don’t come here and trick people into buying this crap, and then tell me which button to press, you pike’s cock! If it were up to me, you fucking Southerner, you’d be out on the Polar Sea wanking a seal’s cock. Then you could sit there and configure yourselves so far up your asses that you would have to shit out of your ears the next time you had to go to the toilet. Then, when you were finished doing that, I would personally come over and format your faces, and then kick you in the balls until you were pissing red serial numbers. Then I would stuff you so far up the biggest asshole I could find that you would smell like shit for the rest of your lives. For fucks’ sake, let me just get a hold of one of you – I know how to pull the head off a fucking haddock! Now I’m going to stuff this whole fucking shit back into the box and return it, I don’t fucking want it anymore. Then you can all fucking sit there by yourselves and jerk off into your fucking phones!”
What the haddockcockflogging heck is he actually trying to say?
“Hello, tech support? I have a problem with my computer.”
I think the part about jerking off a seal’s cock is my favorite.
OK, that’s the gist of it, anyway. I know I have made mistakes, there are some parts I’m not sure about, and other parts are certainly open for interpretation. If someone with more expertise in Northern Norwegian swearing wants to chip in, that’d be great.