Jack Ayres - Audio Drama Characters
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) WelshTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I don't think I've ever met a Susie that I've liked. Well, there's just something about the name that smacks out was being a bit of a try hard, doesn't it, Susie, this Susie is proper Hitler youth. You know, I honestly think she'd quite happily shoot anyone of us in the face just to get a little nudge up on the pay scale. So it's the office Christmas party, and Susie is careering towards us like some kind of a festive freight train, and she comes over wafting this little envelope, and I know exactly what's coming. I brought my own, I say, and she's all like, Well, it takes more than just booze to make a Christmas party. Tom, I don't think you're really getting in the festive spirit. Ah, yeah. I mean, she actually cares, you know? I mean, we're a ******* glorified call centre, for God's sake. Evil Just pure evil. Doctor, I don't know how much time I have, so we'll have to make this short. Wei have missed you. It seems like a lifetime since we last received your counsel. So much has changed since then. Food supplies continue to dwindle. The last report revealed the true extent of the catastrophe. And I fear the Empress has given up on finding a scientific solution to the problem. Our only hope is the Genesis project. I'm attaching our initial findings. I beg you to continue where I left off. Doctor, we are so close. If anyone can finish the work and convince the Empress that our world still has a peaceful future, it's you. Please, Doctor, open the door. You are our last hope. Good luck. She was nice. I mean, probably since I was 13, I slightly thought she was a ****. But after getting the diagnosis and then the surgery and then the chemo, And then when it became clear that she was really gonna die, I probably at some point in that process started to see a good points. Quite a lot more than I had. You know, you're supposed to go through these stages when you know you're gonna die like anger, denial, pathetic last minute embrace of religion. And then finally, acceptance. You accept that the life you got was what you got and you stop wishing that there was more. My mom never got to there because of me. because she knew she was leaving me behind. She hated herself for dying. Aside from the pleasure of seeing you again, Mrs Bunch, I feel it's important. You understand what happened that night All those years ago? It was not an intruder, dear Mrs Bunch. At least not in the way that you mean it. The night Mr Abney died, there were some papers on his desk. I took the liberty of removing them so as to spare you any further grief. I should like to read an abridged version of them to you. Now, if you would be so kind as to listen, would you do this for me?