Reggie's Run
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Look, man, I was just looking at your drink section. I didn't take anything, I swear. Amon tightened his grip on Reggie shoulder and Graham to the front of his pants, his big fingers wrapped around the milk bottle in Reggie's pocket. Reggie looks cowed as Ahmad grabbed ahold of the pocket and torch straight down. Reggie fumbled with the milk as it fell out of the pocket, and he saw an opportunity and stomped down on Ahmad's left foot as hard as he could. Ahmad Halldin started hopping on one foot. Reggie gave him a shove and bolted out the front door. I'm here, pulled a shotgun out from under the counter and started leading ready with it. Stop! Stop! IRA should under four. Reggie could decide whether or not he would stop. I'm here pulled the trigger. There is a loud and dusty cracker. Boxes exploded off the top shelf, right in front of Reggie. He got a mouthful of Cracker Gus and dropped to the floor a mere, then racked with shotgun and fired again. This time, cans of tuna and marshmallow peeps had cascaded into the air. Reggie stumbled to his knees and crawled or more or less ran toward the front door. Amir rack the shotgun Want s'more and fired. Just as Reggie made it out the door, the book shot took out a display of generic motor oil and one pellet got Reggie square in the back of the *** cheek. Stop shooting a Buddhist order. A mind roared in here is gone. Amir stood there with smoking shotgun in his hand, looking a shotgun damage. Ahmad began limping up the aisle tomb, and Amir knew that he was ******.