Voice Over Demo
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Oh, good, you're here. You don't want to miss one minute of this because you'll never see the like of what's about to happen again. Well, I never did, At least just hours after dining with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, and Woodward came home and shot her husband, Billy, in the face accidentally. Or so she said. But I always wondered what might have happened if Ann had been able to step away. But that would be a whole other story, now, wouldn't it? Hi, I'm Quintus, And this is the story about how I save Rome from the most evil of enemies and the most deadly of Doom's. But if there's no more gladiators, that means Conte won't have a job, which means I won't have a job, which means I won't have a purpose. Looks like Court's in session. I like these outdoor trials because you get justice and a tan. Frank roams in peril and because of your stupid watch, duck, Nikon, Teoh and I can't escape Haiti's and save the world, a man wakes up in the iron jib it he's been left to starve to death in. He knows he was guilty of the crime they put him in there for, but he can't remember what the crime waas across the crossroads. From him or to other jib, it's There's a placard outside one that reads Rapist. There's a placard outside the second that reads Murderer! There's a dusty skeleton inside the rapists cage. There's a dying old man inside the murderers cage. Our man can't read the placard outside his own cage, so he asks the old man to read it for him to find out what he's done. The old man looks at the placard, looks at our man, then spits in his face in disgust. Some nuns come along, they say prayers over the dead rapist. They give food and water to the old murder. They read our man's crime. The life drains from them and they walk away in tears. Ah, highway man comes along. He looks over the rapist without much interest. He sees the old murderer, smashes the lock off his cage, sets him free. He comes to our man's cage, reads his crime. The highway man smiles slightly. Our man smiles back slightly. The highway man raises his gun and shoots him through the heart as our man is dying, he screams out. Just tell me what I've done. The highway man rides off without telling him what he's done. The last words that are man ever says are Will I go to ****? On the last sound he ever hears? Is the highway man quietly laughing.