Space Boss: Victor
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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a fist belonging to a pasty faced, rather large lady. Victor's mom slammed through the morning air and down upon the weathered front door. Viktor, she screamed. Person the sleepy morning Silence! Get up, you lazy little sod! Victor, She adjusted the head scarf over her wavy blond hair, begins curse out loud and bashed the door again in the upstairs bedroom, the booming of fist all word on the street in wake up call reverberated. The bedroom was in a right state. Dirty clothes was strewn about the floor. Unopened pizza box on the dresser contained a slice of half eaten pepperoni and cheese. On the bed. A lump of something under a messy quilt was beginning to show signs of life. The arm of Victor Able appeared violent and snake light from under the covers. It thrusted towards the bedside cabinet. It's twitching. Hand began searching for the cell phone. The probing digits knocked on empty beer bottle flying. Before they grabbed it, he pulled the phone under the covers, and his red eyes struggled to focus on the screen. Dixon cloak, he said, and screwed up his eyes. The light burned his vision, his head popped out from the quilt like a mutant meerkat. An electric shock of black hair stood to attention. Victor took a moment to acclimatise to the morning light and was greeted by the sight of himself in the wall mirror across from his bed. He slapped both cheeks, trying to get some life into his brain. You consider for a moment that he looked as Nakata's. He had playing all nighters in a reggae band when he was 15. He didn't have dreads now and certainly didn't look as cool as Bob Marley anymore. At least not at this moment in time. He parted his hair down, so are less wild. Look, Victor massages temples in response to a certain aching stab on. Remember the skillful of beer the night before his gaze drifted to the orange and white striped article in the corner of the room. Total recall of the previous evening had in groaning traffic. Cone hats are always a cliche, funny at the time, but stupid in hindsight. The cell phone right. It nearly took his head off and sounded explosive to his delicate ears. He groaned and poured at the screen and accepted the call before he could answer us. Really impatient voice addressed him. He held it away from his heir and recoiled at the initial outburst. Mom! Hi. What? I'm not at home. I'm I can smell you from here. You lying Little sod. She said, And flick the letter box open and closed with a good dose of violence. Get your lazy carcass down here quick, smart, or you'll feel the back of my hand. Viktor threw the phone to one side. We invented mothers are in their bloody neck. You stepped from the bed and is right for planted down on something sharp. He let out a yelp and retrieved a bear top from the flesh of the soul. He loved it across the room. It pinged off a small action figurine. A very good likeness of star tricks, Mr Spark, He stumbled downstairs. Open the door. Is mother lunged in now? Then you know good waste of space, she said, and bounded past Victor and into the living room. Why can't you be like your brother? Good boys are Raymond. Oh, dear. That's it. You're some sports from the allotment Before he buggered off back home to see your grand, she threw a plastic bag onto the sofa crunch. Victor's eyes wider in horror. Mom, you busted the Tardis, he said, and pulled his bag away to retrieve the damaged article. All time and space. He parks it there. Serves him right, Mom said, then gave a wide grin. You need a better hobby, even sudden doctor, whom I land, all that science fiction. He rubbish a job for a start like our Raymond. You're 25 my lad. By time you began acting like it. Victor was still trying to piece together the broken bits of the Tardis and realising why he liked to escape reality in the first place. He then slammed it down angrily onto the shelf, holding. There's other collectibles on the sidewall. The star gates, alien predator, Dolich. Robocop on the Starship Enterprise shuffled slightly at the impact. His mom. I'd him up and down, shaking her head. And what do you look like? Something the cat wouldn't even dragging heavy night, was it? Victor rubbed his throbbing temple. What do you want, Mum? He said, ignoring her question. Like I said, 25 No job. So there's a vacancy Aunt Flo told me about. They need chicken plucker. Is that the Clicky Blockers factory? Here's the address. Mum 100 victories. Slip of paper fit to grab the note. Well, cooking lookers Khun, just click up. Mom gave a stinging slap to Victor's head. You can use that smart mouth to call your grand on that Internet video call thinking, Jemaine, cause not the end of the world these days. You know, Dan say she keeps asking after you. All right, all right, Victor said, rubbing his head. Is that all for now? And clean yourself up to our mom, said waddled through the front door. He slammed the door after her and mumbled bleeding Clue, Keep lookers. Is that all I'm worth? You threw the note into the wastepaper basket. He was just about to make himself the first coffee of the day. When he heard a crack. He turned to see the integrity of the shelf holding his collectibles give way on plummet to the bare wooden floor. The collectibles bail stuff in all directions. He watched as the star gate broke from its base and rolled away into the kitchen. Victor gathered up the Starship Enterprise and said, Beam me up, Scotty