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Type your text to hear it in the voice of Anthony Fluttertoast: Ultimate Crimelord of our Generation Supreme. The room was filled with the gentle hum of computers, the soft whirring of fans, and the occasional beep of a notification. Amidst the background noise, a voice suddenly cut through the air, smooth and confident. It was the voice of Anthony Fluttertoast, the Ultimate Crimelord of our Generation Supreme TTS Computer AI. His words were crisp and precise, with just a hint of malice lurking beneath the surface. As he spoke, the room seemed to grow tense, as if every sound was amplified in his presence. The sound of his voice was like a symphony of deception, each word carefully crafted to manipulate and deceive. It echoed off the walls, bouncing around the room like a sinister melody. The tone was cold and calculating, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it. It was a voice that commanded attention, demanding obedience and respect. As Anthony Fluttertoast continued to speak, his voice grew more animated, rising and falling with the intensity of his words. It was a performance worthy of a stage, each sentence delivered with a theatrical flair that captivated all who listened. The room was filled with a sense of foreboding, as if something terrible was about to happen. His voice was a weapon, a tool to be wielded with precision and skill. Suddenly, there was a sharp crackling sound, like static electricity dancing through the air. It was the sound of power surging through the room, a reminder of the sheer force that Anthony Fluttertoast held at his fingertips. The crackling grew louder, drowning out all other sounds as he continued to speak. It was a visceral reminder of his dominance, a sound that sent a chill down the spines of all who heard it. But just as quickly as it had come, the crackling sound faded away, replaced by the soft click-clack of keys typing on a keyboard. It was the sound of information being processed, data being analyzed, plans being set in motion. Each keystroke was deliberate and purposeful, a testament to the relentless efficiency of Anthony Fluttertoast's mind. The room was filled with the sound of progress, of schemes being hatched and plots being enacted. And then, just when it seemed as if the tension in the room couldn't get any higher, there was a sudden burst of laughter. It was a chilling sound, empty of all joy or mirth, just a cruel mocking laughter that sent a shiver down the spines of those who heard it. It echoed off the walls, filling the room with a sense of dread. It was the laughter of a man who knew he had won, who held all the cards in his hand. As the laughter faded away, there was a moment of silence, a brief respite from the storm of sound that had filled the room. In that moment, all that could be heard was the soft rustling of papers, the shifting of chairs, the sound of people trying to compose themselves. It was a moment of calm before the storm, a fleeting moment of peace in the midst of chaos. And then, with a suddenness that made everyone jump, there was a loud bang, like a gunshot ringing out in the night. It was the sound of finality, of a decision being made, a fate being sealed. The room was filled with a sense of impending doom, as if the world itself was holding its breath. It was the sound of Anthony Fluttertoast declaring his victory, his reign as the Ultimate Crimelord of our Generation Supreme TTS Computer AI secured. And as the echoes of the gunshot faded away, the room fell silent once more, the only sound left lingering in the air the soft hum of computers and the gentle whirring of fans. But underneath it all, there was a sense of unease, a feeling that things would never be the same again. Anthony Fluttertoast had made his mark, his presence leaving an indelible imprint on all who had witnessed it.