text_original: "Okay, Pop, since you ask. Like knocking off wacky old prospectors for their dust. Or sticking up sandcar caravans out in Syrtis. Who's the wiser? The red dust takes care of the leftovers." Pop shook his head.
text_transcription: OKA POP SINCE YOU ASKED LIKE KNOCKING OFF WHACKY OLD PROSPECTORS FOR THEIR DUST OR STICKING UP SAND CAR CARAVANS OUT IN SARRIDIS WHO'S THE WISER RED DUST TAKES CARE OF THE LEFT OVERS POP SHOOK HIS HEAD
phonemes: "oʊkˈeɪ, pˈɑːp, sˈɪns juː ˈæsk. lˈaɪk nˈɑːkɪŋ ˈɔf wˈæki ˈoʊld pɹəspˈɛktɚz fɔːɹ ðɛɹ dˈʌst. ɔːɹ stˈɪkɪŋ ˌʌp sˈændkɑːɹ kˈæɹɐvˌænz ˈaʊt ɪn sˈɪəɾiz. hˌuːz ðə wˈaɪzɚ? ðə ɹˈɛd dˈʌst tˈeɪks kˈɛɹ ʌvðə lˈɛftoʊvɚz." pˈɑːp ʃˈʊk hɪz hˈɛd.