You Didnt Soundboard
"I DIDN'T RIG THIS," the frantic voice on the phone exclaimed, trying to defend themselves against accusations of cheating. The sound of desperation and frustration was evident in every word, mixing with the rustling of papers and the tapping of fingers on a desk. The tone was insistent, almost pleading, as if trying to convince someone of their innocence. "Ammunation if the cops ask you didn't get it here," the gruff voice behind the counter warned, his words blending with the cacophony of guns being loaded and ammunition boxes being stacked. The sound of metal clinking against metal filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sound of a gun being cocked. There was an underlying sense of danger in the air, a feeling that something was about to go down. "You didn't have to cut me off :0:0," the anguished voice on the radio sang, the emotion in their voice almost palpable. The sound of a heartbreak echoed in the song, accompanied by the soft strumming of a guitar and the occasional beep of a synth. The lyrics were filled with regret and longing, expressing a deep sense of loss and betrayal. "You Didn't See Anything," the gruff voice growled, the warning clear in his tone. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the pavement, followed by the clicking of a gun being loaded. There was an air of menace in the man's words, a promise of consequences if the listener dared to speak up. The sound of a door slamming shut punctuated the threat, leaving no room for argument. "Ne marados," the foreign voice murmured, the words spoken softly and melodically. The sound of an unfamiliar language filled the room, the vowels rolling off the tongue in a mesmerizing rhythm. The meaning was unclear, but the emotion behind the words was undeniable, a mix of longing and sadness. "Didn't I do it for you," the hurt voice whispered, the sound tinged with disbelief and betrayal. The notes of a piano filled the room, the melody haunting and melancholic. The singer's voice wavered with emotion, the pain of unrequited love evident in every word. The sound of a heart breaking was almost tangible, a sharp pain in the air. "I told you, like, four dang times!," the exasperated voice exclaimed, frustration lacing every word. The sound of doors slamming and feet stomping could be heard in the background, the anger palpable. The tone was harsh, the words filled with irritation and impatience. The sound of a phone being angrily hung up ended the conversation abruptly. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF," the pleading voice sang, the sound of a catchy pop tune filling the room. The beat was infectious, the lyrics filled with heartbreak and longing. The singer's voice was filled with emotion, the pain of rejection evident in every note. The sound of a catchy melody stuck in your head lingered, refusing to be forgotten. "Must have been the wind," the dismissive voice muttered, the sound of skepticism clear in their tone. The rustling of leaves and the howling of the wind could be heard in the background, the sound of a storm brewing. The words were casual, almost nonchalant, as if dismissing a ghost story told around a campfire. "But you didn't have to cut me off," the hurt voice sang, the sound of a familiar tune filling the room. The lyrics were filled with regret and longing, the pain of betrayal evident in every word. The singer's voice cracked with emotion, the heartbreak echoing in every note. The sound of a love lost lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what once was. "Thought you were slick didn't you," the mocking voice taunted, the sound of laughter filling the room. The words were filled with sarcasm and amusement, the tone mocking and derisive. The sound of a door slamming shut ended the conversation, leaving the listener with a sense of embarrassment and humiliation. You can play and download these sounds here.
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You Didnt Soundboard

"I DIDN'T RIG THIS," the frantic voice on the phone exclaimed, trying to defend themselves against accusations of cheating. The sound of desperation and frustration was evident in every word, mixing with the rustling of papers and the tapping of fingers on a desk. The tone was insistent, almost pleading, as if trying to convince someone of their innocence.

"Ammunation if the cops ask you didn't get it here," the gruff voice behind the counter warned, his words blending with the cacophony of guns being loaded and ammunition boxes being stacked. The sound of metal clinking against metal filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sound of a gun being cocked. There was an underlying sense of danger in the air, a feeling that something was about to go down.

"You didn't have to cut me off :0:0," the anguished voice on the radio sang, the emotion in their voice almost palpable. The sound of a heartbreak echoed in the song, accompanied by the soft strumming of a guitar and the occasional beep of a synth. The lyrics were filled with regret and longing, expressing a deep sense of loss and betrayal.

"You Didn't See Anything," the gruff voice growled, the warning clear in his tone. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the pavement, followed by the clicking of a gun being loaded. There was an air of menace in the man's words, a promise of consequences if the listener dared to speak up. The sound of a door slamming shut punctuated the threat, leaving no room for argument.

"Ne marados," the foreign voice murmured, the words spoken softly and melodically. The sound of an unfamiliar language filled the room, the vowels rolling off the tongue in a mesmerizing rhythm. The meaning was unclear, but the emotion behind the words was undeniable, a mix of longing and sadness.

"Didn't I do it for you," the hurt voice whispered, the sound tinged with disbelief and betrayal. The notes of a piano filled the room, the melody haunting and melancholic. The singer's voice wavered with emotion, the pain of unrequited love evident in every word. The sound of a heart breaking was almost tangible, a sharp pain in the air.

"I told you, like, four dang times!," the exasperated voice exclaimed, frustration lacing every word. The sound of doors slamming and feet stomping could be heard in the background, the anger palpable. The tone was harsh, the words filled with irritation and impatience. The sound of a phone being angrily hung up ended the conversation abruptly.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF," the pleading voice sang, the sound of a catchy pop tune filling the room. The beat was infectious, the lyrics filled with heartbreak and longing. The singer's voice was filled with emotion, the pain of rejection evident in every note. The sound of a catchy melody stuck in your head lingered, refusing to be forgotten.

"Must have been the wind," the dismissive voice muttered, the sound of skepticism clear in their tone. The rustling of leaves and the howling of the wind could be heard in the background, the sound of a storm brewing. The words were casual, almost nonchalant, as if dismissing a ghost story told around a campfire.

"But you didn't have to cut me off," the hurt voice sang, the sound of a familiar tune filling the room. The lyrics were filled with regret and longing, the pain of betrayal evident in every word. The singer's voice cracked with emotion, the heartbreak echoing in every note. The sound of a love lost lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

"Thought you were slick didn't you," the mocking voice taunted, the sound of laughter filling the room. The words were filled with sarcasm and amusement, the tone mocking and derisive. The sound of a door slamming shut ended the conversation, leaving the listener with a sense of embarrassment and humiliation.

You can play and download these sounds here.