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..and I would like to do it for people.
Ever since I was a small child, in the poverty-stricken villages of Calcutta, I have dreamed of coming to the fine country of America and doing the voices and the scripts.
While wrestling for my bread in the fields of Ohgnisisd, I would often practice my trade, shouting things like "I'MA FUCK YOU UP, SON."
Or, "I'MA FUCKIN' RAPE YOU TO DEATH, PUNK ASS."
When such vile ejaculations forced my people to exile me to the desert of Arizona, I took shelter from the harsh sun in a cave owned by Robert Culp, where I was allowed to continue the practice of my trade.
In the legendary Cave of Culp, my talent grew and flourished, and I became at one with the dialect of illiterate gangbangers.
And now I want to do it for animators.
But there's a catch:
Actually there isn't a catch.