Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

hhaah hhaah, in place of "woah".  hhait, ish thish, uh, hha-- grouhhh-- her impediment failed her.

ish thish your turhh, dude? territory? gun looked around, rubbing her nose with a forearm. swear to allfuck, she smelled nothing besides snowflakes in her windpipe.

'cuzh, y'know, lil ol' hhe had noooo intentionsh ohh, uh, causing trouble? she couldn't lie like that. she had a reputation.

i'hh new here, ish hhat i 'ean. and her mangled visage gave its best try at a sheepish grin.