Angus Scott - Fiction Audiobooks voice reel
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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anger. Scott Fiction, audiobooks voice. Riel is going to keep them, sir, unless you tell me to leave the bridge intact. Moon hesitated, but then recalled that his future career depended on it. Oh, no, the bloody bridge, then back sharp turned and shouted as his men get back. Mr Storage, light the fuse. The brigadier suddenly realised they were on the wrong side of the bridge through the L. Sharp realised, too. But then the world shook to the sound of six guns emptying their barrels. It's no big tapir bird, said the gnarled goblin, his distorted features twisting into a grin. Whatever it is, it looks delicious. You can't eat this. It's a human, the elf recalled in shock. Police cocked ahead, once more human, Who cares? They've got plenty of flesh. The elf looked at Haroon, who looked down his long, deformed nose on contemplated before speaking. Go on, a lease! Se creo run, Go for it! Run! My eyes were glued to the Taser. Rio ran, and so did I, straight up the weapon to stop it. Coming into the aim, the dark shape holding it swung the Taser up. I jumped the final couple of metres arms outstretched, head down. So I didn't knock myself out on his body. I rammed into him, throwing my arms to opinion his to his waist off the leg of a woman sitting next to me by the pool at a spa day. I was just trying to be helpful. Only it turned out it wasn't a piece of fluff. It was a pubic hair growing halfway down a thigh. And then I made things worse by saying I'm sorry. I thought that was a piece of fluff. And she went kind of purple. And two nearby women turned to look master. However Kenny, by their preaching when the moon's be raising from their graves, that was too much for the others. On DL fled Mrs Vining crying, Oh Lord say we should all be thrown out like crack E Jones. So in a minute there were none left in the church saving except Mr Glennie with me Rat CNL, Severe block. I did not run