text_original: " One thing's certain, this door's not protected with sheet iron, or any pretty stuff of that kind. If it's not unlocked it won't be long before I'm through it, anyhow. Do you hear, you daughter of the gods?" Smash, crash went the fists again.
text_transcription: ONE THING'S CERTAIN THIS DOOR'S NOT PROTECTED WITH SHEET IRON OR ANY PRETTY STUFF OF THAT KIND IF IT'S NOT UNLOCKED IT WON'T BE LONG BEFORE I'M THROUGH IT ANYHOW DO YOU HEAR YE DAUGHTER OF THE GODS SMASH CRASH WENT THE FISTS AGAIN
phonemes: " wˈʌn θˈɪŋz sˈɜːʔn̩, ðɪs dˈɔːɹz nˌɑːt pɹətˈɛktᵻd wɪð ʃˈiːt ˈaɪɚn, ɔːɹ ˌɛni pɹˈɪɾi stˈʌf ʌv ðæt kˈaɪnd. ɪf ɪts nˌɑːt ʌnlˈɑːkt ɪt woʊnt biː lˈɔŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪm θɹˈuː ɪt, ˈɛnɪhˌaʊ. dˈuː juː hˈɪɹ, juː dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌvðə ɡˈɑːdz?" smˈæʃ, kɹˈæʃ wɛnt ðə fˈɪsts ɐɡˈɛn.