text_original: The kind of carrion bird that took what others had worked for. Not big time, you understand. In another age he'd have been a torpedo  a hireling killer. But out among the stars he was working for himself. And doing well.
text_transcription: THE KIND OF CARRION BIRD THAT TOOK WHAT OTHERS HAD WORKED FOR NOT BIG TIME YOU UNDERSTAND IN ANOTHER AGE HE'D HAVE BEEN A TORPEDO A HIRELING KILLER BUT OUT AMONG THE STARS HE WAS WORKING FOR HIMSELF AND DOING WELL
phonemes: ðə kˈaɪnd ʌv kˈæɹiən bˈɜːd ðæt tˈʊk wʌt ˈʌðɚz hæd wˈɜːkt fɔːɹ. nˌɑːt bˈɪɡ tˈaɪm, juː ˌʌndɚstˈænd. ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ˈeɪdʒ hiːd hɐvbɪn ɐ tɔːɹpˈiːdoʊ ɐ hˈaɪɚlɪŋ kˈɪlɚ. bˌʌt ˈaʊt ɐmˌʌŋ ðə stˈɑːɹz hiː wʌz wˈɜːkɪŋ fɔːɹ hɪmsˈɛlf. ænd dˌuːɪŋ wˈɛl.