Stephen Morgan Demon VO Demo
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) North American (Canadian - Maritimes) North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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It's as well to be on the safe side, said the rat reflectively, polishing a pistol barrel along his sleeve and looking along it. The toad, having finished up breakfast, picked up a stout stick and swung it vigorously, blabbering imaginary animals. I'll learn him to steal my house, he cried. I learned, and I learned him. Oh, don't say learn. Um, Toad, said the rat. Greatly shocked. It's not good English. What do you always nagging it towed for? Inquired the Bachir rather peevish Lee. What's the matter with this English? It's the same what I use myself. And if it's good enough for me, it ought to be good enough for you. Oh, I'm sorry, said the rat, humbling only I. I think it ought to be. Teach him not learning, but we don't want to teach him, replied the badger. We want to learn them, learn them, learn them. And what's more, we're going to do it, too. I'll very well have it your way. Ooh, I'm dirty Dan, the world's dirtiest man. I've never taken a shower. I can't even see my shirt. It's so covered with dirt and my ears have enough to grow flowers but the water is either a little too hot for us. It's a little too cold In the high and far off times O best beloved There was a child, an elephant's child who had a trunk no bigger than a boot. The hour and the pussycat went to see in a beautiful a beautiful pea green boat. They took some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a £5 note. The owl He looked to the stars above any sang to a small guitar. Oh, lovely *****. Your *****, my love. What a beautiful ***** you are, said the *****. Oh, you elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing. Oh, let us be married too long We have carried But what shall we do for a ring? This is a story. A young girl gathers in a car during the early hours of the morning. She listens and ask questions as the vehicle travels through darkness outside the countryside is un betrayed. The man who's driving could say in that field as a castle, and it would be possible for her to believe him. She listens to the man as he picks up and brings together various corners of the story, attempting to carry it all in his arms. And he's tired, sometimes as elliptical as his concentration on the road at times over. Excited. Did you see? He turns to her in the faint light of the speedometer, driving the four hours to mom or a under six stars and a moon, she stays away to keep him company.