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Murder Drones Soundboard
"Classic Toxic Masculinity Chad! Murder drones have been sighted in the area," an urgent voice crackled through the radio, sending a chill down the spines of the squad. The low hum of the drones could be heard in the distance, a menacing sound that signaled impending danger. "You caught me," a whispered voice confessed as the sound of footsteps approached, the sensation of being snuck upon sending a shiver down the listener's spine. It was a tense moment, with the only sound being the rustle of leaves as someone sneaked out to make out with a forbidden lover under the cover of darkness.
As the planet-wide toxic deathstorm raged on outside, the squad huddled together in the bunker, seeking refuge from the impending chaos. "Honesty is the best policy," one member muttered, the sound of resignation in their voice as they faced the harsh reality of their situation. Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room, followed by the defiant declaration, "Did you just slap me?" The tension in the air was palpable as the murder drones circled overhead, their menacing hum growing louder with each passing moment.
"Murder drones, bite me," a voice called out in frustration, the desperation evident in their tone. "I'm starving," another voice chimply admitted, the sound of rumbling stomachs filling the air. "I have to go," yet another voice declared, the sense of urgency evident as they prepared to embark on a dangerous mission. "Where might you be off to?" a curious voice inquired, the uncertainty of their fate hanging heavy in the air.
In the midst of the chaos, a sudden exclamation of "Holly crap!" pierced through the tension, sending a ripple of nervous laughter through the room. "It talks," a surprised voice observed, the wonder in their tone momentarily distracting the squad from the impending danger. "I'm not mad at you," a voice reassured, the sound of strained patience evident as they tried to maintain control of the situation.
The murder drones seemed to laugh mockingly as they circled overhead, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond the walls of their makeshift sanctuary. "New to our squad?" a welcoming voice offered, the sense of camaraderie evident in their tone. "Here are the buttons," they continued, the sound of buttons being pressed filling the air as the squad geared up for battle.
"I'm useless and terrible," a defeated voice lamented, the self-doubt evident in their tone. "Doesn't your dad make awesome doors?" another voice quipped, the sound of nervous laughter filling the room. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a commanding voice declared, "Chainsaw hand time!" the sound of revving engines filling the air as the squad prepared to face the imminent threat head-on.
As they boarded the spaceship, a sense of determination settled over the squad. "This is a spaceship," a voice marveled, the awe in their tone palpable. With the sound of engines roaring to life, the spaceship blasted off into the night, leaving the murder drones far behind. The squad braced themselves for the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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