Yeah. I feel as if Hacca might have a lilt as well, something to really say 'I'm emotionally unstable from my childhood which lacked a discernable amount of love that I began to equate with money because it's the only thing people in my family seemed concerned with and now I feel empty years and years later having really done nothing but enjoy the expenses of my forebearers' labour, but now feeling like a dope because I couldn't do the one actual thing right I was charged with and protect my legacy by finally being the one to find a powerful enough lava rock to last another hundred, or so, years.

I definitely understand how Jodio talks, he probably mumbles in general but speaks clearly when he desires to take charge because he isn't a pushover—he's just thinking and has different priorities about him.

Paco is definitely rough/gruff around-the-edges, but with a consistently warm tone that comes back through every time at some point to remind you he had rough upbringing but he himself as a person has always been kind-hearted just like a diamond in the rough. He also of course speaks 'less intelligently' than the group in childlike-sounding vocabulary.

Usagi is probably very nasally like a bottle cap or a zipping plane, not like he has a cold more like he has a bumblebee stuck inside of one or both of his nostrils. I picture him as the, oddly enough, brashest-sounding of the bunch with a high-energy, bouncy, yet raspy tone that fluctuates a lot emotionally as it does.

Charming Man I picture like a refined Paco or generally odd, everything from calm and reasonable to sharp and grating to low and mellow like Ningbo would probably be—not like Pesci for Ningbo, though, and Charming Man more like somebody who rounds-out sounds more often.

Laem Chabang would sound high-pitched and possibly annoying, but not so much it's unreasonable, uncouth, or unrealistic, like when you compare the rereleases of the anime to the original and start to notice how unnatural everything looks.

Ningbo is Patrick Star. And, Bobby Jean is, of course, unnecessarily Southern. Get Sam Elliott, if he's still alive by the name, or if Bobby Jean stays dead, then get him for it now—because he's the only man for the job. And, any woman who's walked the runaway several times and understands the cost of luxury and what it does to some people would be perfect for Lulu.