sˌoʊ hiːz ɐbˌaʊt ˈeɪɾi, ænd ˈɔːl ðə tˈaɪm hiːz dʒˈʌst bˌɪn pˈaɪlɪŋ ˌɔn mˈoːɹ mˈʌsəlz ænd ɡˌɛɾɪŋ mˈoːɹ ɹˈɪŋkəld, ænd ˈɛvɚ mˈoːɹ sˈɛt ɪn hɪz wˈeɪz ænd bˈɪɾɚɹ ænd ˌænɐkɹənˈɪstɪk.
So he's about eighty, and all the time he's just been piling on more muscles and getting more wrinkled, and ever more set in his ways and bitter and anachronistic.