here’s something i wrote awhile back:

“Forget about ‘er,” he says, exhausted already with all of this Feferi talk from the other aquarius, and heaving a sigh that was forced out. “I’m more interested in what it is yer usin’ as a wweapon, so shut the fuck up, boyo. Yer sayin’ wwhat it is ye got there in yer possession is more powwerful than Ahab’s Crosshairs? —Hah! Heh. Rubbish. Callin’ yerself mightier than I am because of a fuckin’ wweapon. Oi, yer a proper bampot ta be thinkin’ such a thought in yer wwee think pan there, laddie.”
His raspy voice spoke, scratched from raising his voice over the years; from in-taking cigarette smoke and alcohol. It broke the silence that was exchanged between the two.

fitting, yes? 8)