My brother can do a Russian accent- well, it may not be any particular region, or even like any actual accent at all, but everyone recognises it immediately as such. He sometimes forgets that he's doing it. It's quite alarming to suddenly have this mysterious foreign voice start talking to you out of nowhere.
His name is "Commandant Sergei Petrovic", and his favourite drink is "Vodnish- a unique cocktail equal parts vodka and varnish. I do not blame you if your stomach is not strong enough, it can stop a lesser man at twenty paces."
I swear, if he couldn't call up the act on request (and even get "stage fright") I'd say he had serious case of dissociative identity disorder.
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