Jaguar SUV, Video game, Raising Cane's, Haunted House
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US South)Transcript
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This is the most beautiful ad in the world. It's not because of the magnificent stag at first light. He's not even really. Nor was it the ballerina dancing amongst the clouds. We don't even know why she's here, nor is it the overpriced hand model. And it's not the majestic mountains she's driving through. It's the Jaguar F pace, with its sleek, well defined lines perfectly positioned Kurds. It looks perfect in any terrain. Jaguar F pace voted most beautiful car in the world. Yes, yes. How unexpected. Look at who? The Clinton Your eyes. No secrets have been late. There you are insufferable. Oh, I know very well. Very well how secrets beckoned so sweetly. The humble raising cane's chicken thing, 24 hours of marinating and not a word about its flavor. It credits that terrific Lee tangy sauce, but a premium, never, ever frozen hand batter tenderloin cooked order doesn't need to brag, now, does it? Just because you have bragging rights doesn't mean you need to use them raising cane's. I see the your fat and a pink, or do you just like walking? I'm always happy I have the coolest job in the world They may not be as fancy as being the president, but I have a duty. Ah, big duty. Ah, well, met all this has planned, is it not? Oh, I have no quarrel. Um, for as we are to our Thrones, thou art to the duty and die off the last lords. A rather little lord most undeserving off the honor. Now, now this town is cursed. Whatever your reasons, maybe you should You should plan a swift exit. Whatever gained from this place will do more harm than good. When I first came here, this town gave me hope. Wrongfully. So what afflicts me is incurable. What is dine? Intent? I sense in you A world destitute of fire, A barren plain of endless darkness. Ah, place born of betrayal. I willed myself, Lord, to link the fire and paint a new vision