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This one will cost you an arm and a leg brother Soundboard
The phrase "This one will cost you an arm and a leg, brother" hung in the air like a heavy fog, the words dripping with dark implications. The speaker's voice was low and rough, sending shivers down the listener's spine. It was a warning, a threat, a promise of the price to be paid. The sound of the words echoed through the room, carrying with them a sense of foreboding and danger.
As the silence settled in the aftermath of the ominous declaration, a low rumble filled the air, like distant thunder rolling across the sky. It was a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls, sending a chill down the listener's spine. The ominous tone of the rumble seemed to echo the weight of the words that had just been spoken, a reminder of the high cost that would be demanded.
The sound of a sharp intake of breath cut through the stillness, a quick and sudden gasp that seemed to hang in the air like a sharp intake of breath. It was a sound of surprise, of realization, of understanding the gravity of the situation. The listener could almost feel the tension in the room rise, like a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury.
A soft, almost imperceptible rustling filled the room, like the whisper of leaves in a gentle breeze. It was a sound that seemed to underscore the fragility of the moment, the delicate balance between danger and safety. The rustling seemed to echo the uncertainty of the situation, the unknown path that lay ahead.
The sudden clink of metal on metal cut through the stillness like a knife, a sharp and jarring sound that seemed to pierce the very soul. It was a sound that spoke of weapons drawn, of battles fought, of the price of conflict. The harsh clang seemed to reverberate through the room, a reminder of the high stakes at play.
A deep, guttural growl rose from the speaker's throat, a menacing sound that seemed to fill the room with its powerful resonance. It was a sound of warning, of aggression, of a predator ready to strike. The growl seemed to embody the dangerous energy that crackled in the air, a reminder that the price to be paid would not come easily.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the room, a slow and deliberate march that seemed to shake the very foundation. It was a sound of determination, of resolve, of a path set in stone. The steady tread of the footsteps seemed to echo the inexorable march towards the inevitable, the price to be paid looming ever closer.
A sharp, sudden crack split the air, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the room like a thunderclap. It was a sound that spoke of a line crossed, of a point of no return. The crack seemed to echo the finality of the situation, the price to be paid now set in stone.
The sound of a low, mournful wail began to rise, a keening cry that seemed to fill the room with its sorrowful resonance. It was a sound of loss, of sacrifice, of the price paid in blood. The wail seemed to echo the weight of the words spoken, the heavy burden that now lay upon the listener's shoulders.
The final sound was a sharp, sudden silence that descended like a curtain, cutting off all other noise in its wake. It was a sound of finality, of an end reached, of a price paid in full. The silence seemed to echo the hollowness that now filled the room, a stark reminder of the cost of crossing the line.
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