Heron Lake Plateau i've cultivated the stamina of a cartoon basset hound

wh- he said at first, before her words began to settle in. what's a whimsy? you a whimsy?

she began to say something else, but weird. huh? he cocked his head at her. he could discern some of the words, but they came in muddled, extra hidden within the accent she was sporting. it's a bit shit. he said after he figured it out. i look like, like uhhh... he smacked his lips, his brain processing the words. like someone threw me inna washer and put it on delicut.