I'd be grateful for any constructive criticism - do you think there are any bits which are still unclear, or don't follow through and add up? There are no visuals, just the voice track.

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Once upon a time there was an unhappy troll called Toeveena.
She kept herself much cleaner and well groomed than the other trolls in her village. Her facial hair was beautifully coiffed.
She didn't have the malevolent stare which many of the other trolls had.
Instead she usually looked jaded and bored.
She rarely smiled.
She lived in a vile, filthy village in a land and time which was partially archaic, but had some battered late 20th century technology here and there.
They were lean times.
The streets were littered with broken detritus.
Everything was caked in mud or blood, or both.
The norm in the village was gang violence, theft, and cynicism.
Most of the trolls in the village accepted the status quo, and even enjoy it.
But Toeveena found it both abhorrent and boring.
They could all kill each other off, as far as she was concerned.
She wanted to escape one day, to a new life in a beautiful city far away, and never come back.
Her other passion was making cocktails.
She had loads of colourful bottles and jars of strange and wonderful ingredients, and lots of cocktail books which she read at home and at work if she had a minute to herself.

She worked at the local launderette which was also filthy and vile.
She made cocktails for the owner of the launderette from time to time,
She thought they were delicious, but he always gagged and spat them out on the floor.
Toeveena despised him for his lack of good taste.
But in a way he was quite brave. There was another troll who worked with them, who had suffered a permanent adverse change after drinking one of her cocktails (he now laughed like a horse at pretty much anything).
Toeveena despised him too. That laugh was so annoying!
And Toeveena was revolted by the filthy clothes at the launderette. The idea of touching them made her skin crawl.
She wore thick overalls, zipped right up to her chin, long rubber gloves and a face shield.
They had to clean the washing by hand in a huge steaming vat.
There were 3 big washing machines downstairs, but they were all out of order.
The owner had been scammed out of all his money when he tried to get them fixed, so they stood empty and useless.
Every day Toeveena scrubbed and sweated, and dreamed of escape.
She did extra overtime every week so she could save up for her ticket out of the village.
She hated working at the launderette, but there were very few places you could actually get paid to work in the village. So she had to make do.

Then one day – an elegant man-troll came into the launderette with a jacket to clean.
Toeveena was surprised to see there were no bloodstains on the jacket.
Not a single one.
He was clean shaven and polite.
Toeveena eyed him suspiciously.
The man smiled at her, which was unusual in itself.
Seeing the cocktail manuals peppered with bookmarks on the counter he asked if she was the cocktail enthusiast of the company.
Yes, but I like to make my own recipes – said Toeveena, pleasantly surprised by his interest.
He stroked his chin for a moment, in thought.
He said it might be nice to treat his team to a cocktail at the end of the day's work on Friday, to reward them for their hard work.
So he invited Toeveena to come and make cocktails at his small company at the top end of the village, on Friday, late afternoon.
Toeveena was amazed.
Oh wow! she said.
Mmm – you might regret that – said the launderette owner to the man-troll.
Toeveena scowled at him.
And besides, he said, I need you here Toeveena. Stand-in workers only work full days. So you'll have to lose a whole day's work and wage if you go.
Toeveena was perturbed.
The man-troll smiled again – well don't worry if you can't do it – he said.
But Toeveena couldn't bear the idea of letting the opportunity go by, so she agreed.



After work Toeveena popped into this shop and that shop, buying odd looking fruits, and bundles of leaves.
She spent so much money she didn't have enough left for the sausages for her evening meal.
She got home with her tummy rumbling.
That evening she worked hard to come up with a brand new cocktail.
She wanted to make something extra special for the nice business man and his team.
She mixed and she poured.
A glug of bladder wax, a pinch of double-headed groat worms.....
And eventually, she finished.
She had come up with a cocktail which she thought looked amazing and tasted amazing. And it made her feel really good too.

On Friday afternoon Toeveena, wearing her very best smock, arrived at the top end of town, full of excitement.
The building was tall and elegant.
The man-troll greeted her at the door and showed her into the bright, clean office.
There was one big room where the employees worked and a smaller office by the door which was his.
The man-troll left her to make her cocktails in the main room while he went back to his little sub office.
The employees where not as friendly and polite as he had been.
They jostled each other. One tipped another's chair over and the others laughed.
They watched Toeveena with cruel sneers.
This had better be good – they said to her – the last person who disappointed us didn't make it out of here alive.
Ha! She said – you don't frighten me. If you don't like it'll be because you're just as much of a philistine as all the other loathsome trolls in this village!
But her hands shook as she poured out the cocktails.
She added the finishing touches to each glass, handed them out to the employees, and then hurried into the man-troll's office with a glass for him.
But because she was nervous she tripped and spilled the whole cocktail over a box which sat open on the floor.
Oh no! gasped Toeveena.
Oh don't worry, said the man-troll – it's no problem at all.
I can tell it's a great cocktail even without trying it myself – I can see my whole team is grinning like never before.
Would you like to come back every Friday and make cocktails for them? For a good fee?
Toeveena was astonished. She was overjoyed.
Oh thank you! She said, oh yes please!
But still disturbed by the mess she'd made, she grabbed a nearby cloth and started wiping the papers in the box.
Really, please don't worry said the man-troll. It's just old promotional material in there. I run a lot of brands in my company. So many logos, so much paper work...that lot is all going in the trash anyway.
Toeveena was wiping a handful of stickers – they looked kind of familiar.
And then she realised that they were the same stickers the fake engineering company had stuck on the washing machines back at the launderette .
She looked at the at the stickers, sitting in her blistered hands.

Yes, we do fraud, scams, conspiracy theories, ransom-wear, you know – that kind of thing. Said the man-troll. And very good we are at it too.

Toeveena stiffened. She glared at him
You do what???!! You do fraud? you do scams? you rip people off!!!??
You absolute piece of DIRT! It's because of YOU I've been scrubbing till my fingers bleed!!
And she threw the box of papers right at his head.

The man-troll was enraged. He leapt out of his seat and grabbed a meat cleaver from his desk drawer.
Toeveena fled.
She ran down the hill through the village, back to the launderette and bolted the door.
Through the window she could see the man-troll running down the hill with his cleaver, and further behind, his employees running and whooping.
Toeveena lost her cool. She was terrified. Oh no! she shrieked and hurried upstairs, bolting the other door behind her.
The man-troll started thumping on the front door downstairs.
When I get in there, I'm going to hack you all to pieces! he yelled.
Toeveen! what's happened, what have you done? shouted the launderette owner, who was busy with the a massive pile of filthy washing.
From the upstairs window Toevena could see the man-troll's employees were getting nearer too.
She looked at the launderette owner and suddenly felt so ashamed. What had she done? Oh no she sobbed...I'm so sorry ….her eyes filled with tears. I was stupid and selfish. I should never have come back here. I stirred up some trouble and now that evil troll down there, is going to kill you as well as me...and you really don't deserve that.
Oh what! You know that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me – said the launderette owner, taken a-back, but kind of missing the point.
Then Toeveena had an idea – she threw open the window, then threw herself right at the huge festering pile of filthy laundry, she heaved and she pushed, her face pressed deep into the blood-stained fabric. She gagged as the mud covered her mouth, but she kept pushing.
The launderette owner got the idea – and started to help.
And they pushed the whole enormous, steaming mound of filth out through the window, down onto the man troll below.
And he was totally swamped.
But his employees were just arriving – Toeveena threw some dirty, wet towels at them...
No! they said, stop!
We don't want to kill you! We want you to mix up more of that amazing cocktail!
It made us feel so good! It's changed us! We can't bear to scam or con or do anything malicious or violent ever again.
And now we want more to surreptitiously give to our neighbours and families and friends.
Toeveena, covered in mud and blood and detritus, was speechless. Was this really happening?
Toeveena? said the launderette owner, putting a concerned hand on her shoulder.
She looked at him blankly for a moment and then smiled a huge smile.

A few months later the village had completely changed. It had become a nice clean, friendly, place with a park and a playground. Toeveena and the launderette owner had converted the launderette into a beautiful cocktail bar, where all their new friends came every Friday for drinks. And Toeveena never again even thought of moving to a city far away. Because she loved he cocktail bar, and she loved her village and she loved all the trolls that lived there.