Wrote and developed all character sides with direction and advice from professor.
Middle Aged (35-54)
England - Received Pronunciation (RP, BBC), North American, Scottish, US South West (Texas)
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Hello, This is Peter Witkowski. Look, pal, Someone's got to touch the mysterious glowing gem that fell from the heavens and it's not gonna be me. I've well, fellas. I've never seen such a disturbing sight in my life, wow. I don't think I can do this anymore. Need any help over there. You got it. All right. Just let me know if you need any help. Not like I'm doing anything else. Hey, watch where you're going? Hot shot. I just got this dry cleaned. It probably costs more than your house. Books. Books, books. I can never find the one I'm looking for. Oh, a visitor. Can I help you with anything? Welcome to the punch bowl traveler. I haven't seen you around before. You hear to bet or to fight. You know? Most people have run away screaming by now. Oh, but you're not, most people, are you? No, you're a special one afternoon, ma'am. You wouldn't have happened to spy any peculiar looking figures passing through, would you? Well, thank you kindly. We find the map. We find the gold. We find the gold. I get paid. I get paid! I never have to listen to your incessant whining again. So can we please just go, brothers! We will emerge victorious. Our swords. Our shields. Our hearts. For as dale Dammit! This mission's not over yet champ. You can still save the city. So go, give them **** for me! Oh, it's gonna be a big one. Let's blow it sky high with your consent. Of course, if an apple a day keeps the doctor away. What keeps you away? I'm starting to run out of fruit. Get to the chopper. Go, go now! Get to the chopper. The aliens are coming for you go. Zeke chopper go. Nobody ever visits me anymore. The mushrooms have feelings too. You know, it's like I don't even exist. I'm sorry. I really shouldn't laugh. But this just tickles me pink alert. Please return to your cabin alert. Mars core is not responsible for any grievous injury sustained outside of your cabin. This is not a drill. You didn't happen to run into your friend's head on the way in. Did you? Mm hmm. That was meant to be a surprise. I know why you're here. The answers you seek are so boring. I'd have much more fun simply shattering your bones from the inside out.