(… from last night’s recording) was my unscripted grunt to signify how annoyed Joseph was with the guy who’d stuck us in his garage. There was something wonderfully satisfying about stepping back from the microphone and getting a cheery thumbs up from James.
Being a soldier was fun, though. I might have to write an audio play where I get to do nothing other than hit things and cry out “they’re over there”, and “hit it with a shovel”. Possibly involving killing vampires, so it’s less disturbing than slaughtering children.