A capella / Lawrence Upton

Male 1: Room apart by inactivity.

Male 2: Will kill him.

Female 1: [facetious] Because the ratio of the ratio of the way.

Female 2: The meal did not give him impressive deity style.

Female 1: Voice over this is not a dream.

Male 1: There is the problem of -

Female 2: [interrupting] bars -

Male 2: [interrupting] Vault above her.

Female 1: To form a cage.

Male 1: The cage wobbles.

Female 2: There is trying to be retold.

Male 1: Hands him a drink of -

Female 2: [interrupting] The ratio of the way the meal did not.

Male 1: But it keeps getting bigger.

Male 2: From someone's sitting room.

Male 1: It isn't just a matter -

Female 2 [interrupting] Lust for her and being afraid of the car.

Male 1: Going home with her.

Male 2: Part of turning it on.

Male 1: He should have been caring for himself; he is much the same as an aerial.

Female 1: Placed and being afraid

Male 1: Gave too little attention to himself... my sins written...

Male 2: As powerful as needed cables and tethered more often.

Female 2: The room he gestures.

Male 2: In a state of passive flux.

Female 1: In a state!

Male 1: Only a brain.

Female 2: Another terrible construction

Male 1: Wiring between the while or...

Male 2: Always... there was... never existed...

Male 1: I'm being fearful of creative -

Female 2: [interrupting] Uses up very gently the ratio of the sculpture.

Female 1: Seeing him, she doesn't -

Male 2: He needs television!

Male 1: Tense product placement.

Female 2: Cloistered summation.

Female 1: And extended expression is gradually being afraid of creative expansion.

Male 1: The edge of affective merging with greasy fingers to the same as the distended details.

Male 2: And I might well be.

Male 1: I do, however, fervently think hope, not from this circus and the amnesiac-like newness, all gathered together and tethered, more often than pleasant emotional circumstances with whom he was emergent

Male 2: In terms of readability & community function.

Female 1: Traditionally-ratified mechanisms of seeing -

Male 1: [interrupting] The broken set.

Male 2: You wrote!

Female 2: Voice from the crowd.

Female 1: I shall pelt you!

Male 2: How will you smell of perfume?