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Audiobooks
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Description

From a whacky pantomime bringer of death, through sugary sweet children's books, an eternal warrior to a Baron Munchausenesque character and with the right script more, much more!

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (British)

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (England - South East - Oxford, Sussex) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Simon James Walton. Hello. I am Professor Atticus Sebastian Cornelius Cog. Previously a commander of the British Royal Fleet, where I became deeply fascinated by the myths and discovery ofthe magic relics. My single minded focus on technology and lost artefacts has given me by some the label off eccentric until I recently recovered the legendary Phoenix egg and returned it to Her Majesty the Queen. Of course. Therefore, I am now an agent of Her Majesty. And I have the honour and privilege off recruiting and training the next generation of adventurers if and only if they make the bloody mark. Don't worry about that, dear boy. Happens all the time, is your sort. However, I will need you to reduce the pressure a tad before it explodes and we all die. Yes. Jolly good. Then there's a good chap smashing. Oh, Oh, you have much fear. Hey, Mortis is here. Fly free, my pretties Day you Ah, you fiend! Time to rest your good soul. I bring you the gift of darkness. Ah, the day was warm in the jungle The mighty very much wanted to cool off. Looking for a pawn to swimming, he instead found a large mud puddle might, he remembered. The elephants roll around in the mud to stay cool. Perhaps the man can call me off. A swell, he thought, might. He closed his eyes, wagged his tail and leapt into the puddle. He splashed, Howled, jumped on, flipped around in the mud, having a grand, messy time. In fact, Mighty was having such a good time. He bounced right out off the puddle. Who's making all that noise? Asked Fritz, who was sitting in a pawn nearby, catching flies. My, is that you? He croaked. Something about you looks different today. Oh, hello, Fritz, might, he replied, feeling very refreshed. I certainly don't feel any different. He looked at his own reflection in the water. There was something different. My spots. They've gone. They must have fallen off me. One. I was playing in the mud. Fritz, you have spots. Could some of those being mine? He asked anxiously. I don't think so am I? I'm a frog on all my spots. A small and yella croaked. Fritz. Yes, I see that said mighty. No, none of those are my spots. Fritz thought for a moment. What about Holly? He was playing in the mud earlier. Maybe as your spots. Maybe he does. Said mighty, his ears perking up. Thank you, Fritz.