Me as Morgan Freeman reading the opening narration for Stephen Spielberg's War Of The Worlds (2005)
Narrator: No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, *they* observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.
Narrator: From the moment the invaders arrived, breathed our air, ate and drank, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of man's weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest creatures that God in his wisdom put upon this earth. By the toll of a billion deaths, man had earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms. And that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die in vain.
It's pretty much a given that voice impressionists have to do this when emulating the venerable Morgan Freeman.
I recently did a show with Scott Henderson's Brass Knuckle Progressives Radio back on Dec. 17 and apparently they are gluttons for punishment as I've been asked to appear weekly bringing my own brief but warped brand of humor. Tune in by going to http://www.blogtalkradio.com/shenderson19 every Sunday 10 AM E.S.T.