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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Why can't you kill me? Just kill me. It's not like there are not enough of you. What's the matter? Card? Humans even shoot straight. After all. I'm not asking you to be fast. Just accurate. What if I slow down for you? No, I won't do that. You're going to have to earn my death. You see, I still have some pride left, not self respect, Mind you that died a long time ago. Then again, did I ever really have it to begin with? As I ran up the stairs, I flicked my eyes over my shoulder and side. Slow motion. The humans seem to be running after me and slow motion. Stupid, clumsy, mortal, slow motion. I'd have a better chance of getting killed in a museum. I laughed bitterly at myself. I wasin a lousy museum, just one owned by a yakuza crime law. That's all I loved again at the bad joke my life had become. Of course I was misunderstood. So what else was new sticks for? The farmer lived all alone on 17 acres of rich and fertile farmland. He raised honeybees and sold honey for a living. He had a few greedy neighbours with many, many acres of land and crops. These neighbours wanted to buy stick spurs farm to have even more land for their crops while checking the hives each day. Sticks bro, talk to the bees and they stayed calm. Sweet honey. Sweets read. Honey, no other bees can make this honey much, honey. Much, much. Honey, honey. Here, honey. There, honey. Honey everywhere. Made by the best best bees ever raised by sticks For now. One morning during the harvest he realised that the bees were producing more and more honey every time he talked to them. He never realised this before. Stix Baer was so amazed. Wow, This must be magic, he shouted.