Steampunk Banditos Retail Sample
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Spanish (Mexican)Transcript
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remember Star Trek to the wrath of Khan via and remember that part when Gun planted a mind worm in Chekhov's Here, My kundalini noir zinging in panic, I flinched from Toyota, but too late. He reached across the table and snagged my hair with his free hand. For a 500 year old vampire who was a scrawny as his name Sick, he was surprisingly quick and strong. He slapped his other hand against my left ear and jam the maggot into my ear canal. Once he let go, I jumped to my feet and bolted backwards, extending a talent from my fingertip. I tried in vain to dig the wiggling, disgusting creature free, but it had borrowed too far and kept warming deeper and deeper. I spun in circles, stomping my feet, yelling, What did you do? A Toyota, you crazy master? The maggot reached my ear drum, and it pushed through. The pain was like getting my head skewered by a red hot poker. I fell and thrashed on the carpet, screaming and rubbing my ear. The pain ebbed, and I lay on my back, gasping and followed the path of the maggot as it crawled through my brain. It inched behind my eyeballs, pushing them against the front of their sockets. I press my hands over my eyes, horrified at this thing might eat its way through them Toyota My holler I am going to skin you alive. Don't panic a say everything in that book is now in your memory. What the **** are you talking about? The image of the maggots crawling through the folds and my grey matter had me cringing in terror. Hold on! He lifted me by the hair into a sitting position and smacked the back of my head. The worst Sinus pain of all time flooded my cranium. He cupped my nose and again smacked the back of my skull. Blow your nose, he ordered blow! I close my mouth and blasted air through my nose. A gooey ball descended from my nostrils. Toyota pinched my nose and withdrew his hand, slimy with snot. I saw him brush his fingers over the bowl and the maggot tumbled in. I wiped my nose with the tale of my shirt relieved that the pain had eased and the maggot was out. But I still shivered with discussed from the phantom sensation of the squirming horror crawling through my brain. Toyota uncapped a small red fuel can splashed kerosene into the bowl and lit a flame. Wished to the ceiling. I watched blinking. You are going to touch this place for sure. Katherine. Local Toyota crouched beside the table and slapped his hands over the bowl. Come here, quick. Now what? I kept my distance. Smoke seeped between his fingers. Hurry! Get over here, pendejo, before I lose it. Lose what he cloud. Just move your hair. Analogous. Yeah, I crawl to the table. He lifted his hands and released a puff of smoke. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face into the malodorous vapor. Breathitt, he demanded. Breathe it. I sucked in a deep breath. The acrid smoke burned my throat and I curled into a ball, choking and coughing. We did it, Votto, Toyota said, relaxing fire darted about his fingers, and he rubbed them on his jeans to put out the flames. Did what? Too woozy to sit upright. I collapsed against the floor. His face loomed over. Mine sent you on your way. My way clear. I mouth the words, but they faded from my hearing. Toyota's face dissolved into a Cheshire cat grin, floating in the gray haze. Some place close and far away Tudo what my body felt. Untethered, weightless, he mumbled an answer. But all I caught was a whisper at the end. You'll never know what to expect, so be ready. What does that mean?