Panspermia III - (Part 4 of 4) 'Hear My Chains'
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(Panspermia III - (Part 4 of 4) 'Hear My Chains') – (Forest atmosphere) (Jagger masturbating) Desecration: Jagger? Jagger: Yeah? Desecration: I was taken. Jagger: Eh? You want to be taken again? Heehee! I know you do. Awww. Desecration: I was taken. By the Mournsouls. But I escaped. Jagger: Well, just relax, you’re safe now, I’ll look after ya. Because, I-I, I love you. Desecration: Love? Jagger: Oh Desecration, just open your top there a bit more, uh, stand with your legs further apart. Desecration: What is love? Jagger: Oh baby don’t hurt me, mmmnng, don’t hurt me no more. Desecration: You are uncovering me. Jagger: That’s because I love you. Desecration: I am now naked. Jagger: Heeeezzzeeee! Yes! Aw, you’re beautiful, even your ‘tache. Come here- I want to f**k you so hard. Desecration: Unauthorised touching. Unauthorised touching. Jagger: No! What? Wait, (slap) shut up! Desecration: Please desist immediately. Jagger: Shhh! No, that’s bad, that’s bad. Stay quiet, and I’ll only put the tip in. Desecration: This is not what I was designed for. Jagger: Unngh, unngh, that’s it, that’s it… Just have to stand on this tree stump. Stay still. Desecration: Jagger. Not what I was designed for. This is wrong. Jagger: No Desecration, this is very, very right… uughn. Desecration: Jagger… Un-un-unauthorised penetration. Jagger: Aaaahhh, aw, ya f****n’, aw, just a bit more in… Nnng. Desceration: Un-un-ununauthorised penetration. I see… I see… I see… Jagger: You’ll see stars in a second, I’ll desecrate your soul. I’m, I’m bevelled in on me tippy toes! Wheeeze!! Desecration: I see… No. No! The Mournsouls! (Ungodly screeching) Jagger: What the f**k? Mournsoul: Jagger you fool! Jagger: Agggh! Busher: What was that? Mox: Down at the forest. Darkness has already descended there. Tucker: Was that Jagga? Dickus: Eh, where’s the breeder Mox? Mox: Oh, oh, ah, you are kidding me right now! He snuck off with my breeder?! Arlee: Told yis he was like that. Desecration: No… Meemong: Run Jagger run! Jagger: Meemong! Do something, they’re after me! Mox: We have to get out of here. Now. (Moleculant appears) Busher Ah faceflies! Cover me moles! Tucker: It’s the car Busha, the car. Mox: Get in. Dickus: Hoo-hoo! This is fun! Arlee: But you can’t leave them behind! Mox: The breeder will survive. Busher: Peah! Move! Tucker: Wait, wait, wait! What about Jagga? Mox: He’s gone. Forget about him- no, wait, I see him runnin’ now, in the mirror. Tucker: Run Jagga! Jagger: Ahh lads! Arlee: Jump in! Jump in! Will ya slow down for him! That’s it, that’s it! Run! Juuump! Jagger: Aaaahh- (jumps) urnff! Busher: Ah f**k sake, it’s in me mouth. Get off mae! Tucker: Step on it! Busher: Why?? - Have you got no clothes on Jagger? Mox: We’re moving. It’s fine. We have an hour. Arlee: Well could you conjure up a big engine sound tearing away like, to make us feel better? Mox: Of course! Like that great transmission of yours, the Sweeney! (Car roars off) Amplevoicepod make lovely sound-designed ear-film comedy drama adventures where we submerge your ears in a sea of sound, putting you at the heart of the story along with our heroes. Bursting out feature-length stories with over 40 titles and 50+ characters, all created from collaborative ideas and sculpted over months to arrive at the final mix. United Mutations I, II & III and Panspermia I & II & III are 8.5-hours of a sci-fi podcast series by Amplevoicepod divvied up into 12 storming sections for your delectation. If you like podcast stories with atmosphere, panic and stupidity, served in high resolution audio, where you can immerse yourself into another world (and who wouldn't these days hmm?) you may just get this. A prime feast of a podcast. Not quite ‘Battle of the Planets’ but just
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