OFFERS (AN ORIGINAL RADIO DRAMA)
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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One faithful day in a small tavern near the pier. The barkeeper or keep for short was preparing to open his business. He arranged his bottles tidily and scour all the dirty messes from last night as he cleans up the table, a familiar face entered the tavern providing with a peculiar offer. Hm. Hm. Uh sorry, we're not open yet. Oh, it's just you. Hey, now that's not how you should greet your loyal customer. Well, first of all, you're not my loyal customer. And second of all, you never pay in time for any of your orders. And third, you don't sweat about the details. Keep because I have a lot of cool new stuff for you. Today, I travel the whole world for these. I already told you many times before I'm not interested. Also, most of the things you offer are practically useless. Garbage. Yikes. Keep, what have I ever offered you anything less than the best of my wares. Hm. Well, last week you tried to sell me a pack of medicinal pellets that would cure hangovers. But when I gave some to the customers, all it did was giving them uncontrollable diarrhea. I had to clean the toilet for days. It was a mix up the old switch room between medicine and excrement. It'll happen again. Come on, just take a teeny little peek. There's got to be something that might interest you fine, but make it quick. Gus pulled up a chair and started rummaging his bag. He laid out various knick knacks, trinkets and all. He claimed that he got them from all over the world, but one by one, Keith turned them down. None of them are useful to me. Not even the green strawberries. They have a really strong sour taste. You know, seeing you here is sour enough for me. I see. No luck. Huh? Well, then I guess I'll have to show you my last product. Keep in mind I didn't wanna reveal this just yet though. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Oh, wait a sec. That's just a slab of stone. Not just any stone. It's an ancient artifact. Had to trade Norman leg for it from a shady guy that hangs around in Zahara City. It's a rare place. I tell you, Zahara, huh? The city of ruins with the everlasting heat from the sun. That's miles away from here. Well, I did say I traveled around the world. If that's the case. Can you explain why does it look similar to the stone from my plants over there? Huh? I, I didn't know you've been to Zahara as well. Get out of my Tavern? Ok.